the harper's sad song of april's blues

april's blues, like sapphire
added to turquoise, captivates
we prisoners of the dull grays
musty browns or mustard yellows
marching like fortune tellers towards
lost kisses and purple clover
under the pink blossoming tree
where I said I love you the first time
and where you told me, with
a sad smile of regret, goodbye...
crushing my heart, bleeding it
of hope's pure white perfection


the harper's sad song of april's blues
[2009.28.3...b]