Superlatives

I want to dream of songs filled with words both blue and lit with starlight;

two of them

north stars

steady and bright and blue

as you

in your loneliness 

and me

with my purple and pink heart

that aches for all things

wild and blue as you;

All things

under sun and moon and stars

the wind and sea

that soon roll

words into whispers

oh so low.

Low.

You are all superlatives!—

softest grass

softest rose

softest kiss

light as air.

We are whirling through the night sky, love.

Split in parts by space and time, 

We are tumbling through the sky too fast. 

Soon we will burn in fire.

Soon we turn to ash.

But we are now all superlatives! —

Brilliant.

Bright.

A multitude of words and sounds;

We are the bluest of blues

and lit by brightest light.

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