laugh again
You left all these knotted words
tangled and broken into pieces
sitting behind my eyes turned blue
waiting to flow out
into the heart of the blue world
blue is the color of my true loves soul
the color of this bruised and hopeful heart of mine
all the blue notes and blue spaces creating the music I love most
blue silence comes to the door of the ocean and pulls me out of myself
into the bluest skies and the bluest starry night
angels wear robes of purest blue in the presence of my enemies
enemies who then become my friends as we sing the blues together
because blue is the color of friendship
and blue is the color of my voice speaking truth
when I sing I hope you feel blue velvet against your skin
my lips tracing patterns of love into your blood of blue-red
I come from bluegrass and my feet are stained with the sheer delight of the colors of my youth
barefoot and freckled face laughing with the yellow sun and blue wind in the high oak trees
I’m always ready to go adventuring into the wild blue yonder
always ready to share all our gathered stories around the blue flamed fire
ready to touch the earth with bare naked hands and blue suede shoes
ready to stand, as blue as you, in the falling snow
ready to play games in blue channels of grace
shouting with blue flames of sheer laughter
laying in pale blue hammocks of grace
ready to turn a new shade of blue at a moments notice
ready to fall into the unlimited shades of the midnight skies
Following blazing stars into the places where I can find every shade of every color life has to give
💙
Amy Lloyd
If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don’t bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he’s a good man.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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