Blue Heaven

Blurry nights pass out to the dawn,
Harsh days' sun down off its throne.
going around and you feel lost,
while pulses grown out in a frost,
the blue heaven shining will be.

Solitude on a rocking chair here by,
I know, the tears counting and the "why".
murmur the reasons and so sigh,
for the life gone to far and nigh,
but a blue heaven a shine would be.

Wonderous such a game thou presumed,
of love and hate, and healing a wound.
so me thought in a twist of a blink,
before the mind could ever think,
but blue heaven shone and has to be.

my dearly friend, dearly as the golden dew,
of morning tear that handsomely sparkle its hue.
thy back is in me hand assured and up,
there is a light to be seen high up,
in a blue heaven, even by a blind man,
like me.