Lifted May Blue

Blue as perfect lifted mirrorrain As translucent tears in your eyes Holding so pure the few years in your hands As blue as a may evening Somewhere suspending in a perfect dream I take your hand, as running along the softness of your arm Something in the blood in your hands The light through your tiny veins It makes me cry Holding your hand like rain slipping through treeflowers Interlacing our fingers As perfect as this time and place is your beautiful face And we run through mirror rain