Promises made during the deep blue of night
passing moments of time till the morn's first light
friends dancing with abandon to lifes call
fantasies on the floor or out in the hall.
We have lived with that passion and desire
that rises blue through the night like fire
an eternity that drifts before our eyes
daring us to run and to don our disguise.
Your body would I hold at the end of time gone blue
just to breathe your last breath, soft and true
in love, with passion, those dances on the floor
tell me of your pain and sorrow...let us be free once more.
Walking with you down that dusty road
heart beats fearfully, pounding towards an unknown abode
what questions will this bring...this little death...
for which we pattern our lives and take our last breath.
My friend could you give one more sweet caress
while I hold you close and whisper softly this last confess
to feel your blue veined hand...slide over me again
you have my blue promise... to be with you as when we began.
Rita Carrington Bryant
November, 1997
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