A silhouette of teal despair
Witness to all we never were to be
and are
Witness to all we never were to do
and did
Eden’s pure spring tears
cleanse the angel-soul face
to be stained anew by
man’s circular devil deeds
a wounded muse
Everblue forever wanders
with pockets of inspiration
never depleted
casting notion and dreams among our lot
raining fine golden hope
perpetual
pure
Everblue