I’ll write a song called Paris Blue
And dedicate the words to you
I’ll fold our little happy psalm
Until it fits inside your palm
Like a kiss, a moment fleeting
Locked inside for your safekeeping
blue
Q.R.V.
How unfortunate for me
You were, and are, may always be
My Northern Sky and Prussian Sea
My cure, my poison
My Q.R.V.
Prussian Blue
You, You
Always you
My prism light
My Prussian Blue
malarky musings 