complete our joy

Once I faded into a dismal mistake of shade dark and bordering edge gripping graves there I stood looking around my remains from this vantage point I felt weak blue the color often fading from a storm the color not busy being born the color being busy dying But I turned around took a bigger breath falling to my knees finding how to praise the brilliance of the light struck me down I awoke having seen the man all around a million eyes shield his light like suns warm and caring faces around the balance of one thousands were there with me to erupt in cheers thousand in a roar facing the love shining clear I cannot understand or define this amazing view but it changed me for the better shade of blue it seems like a turquoise painting of mountain skies the words of life being born from an old boy I'm writing them to complete our joy