Flashes of blue

Maybe there is life
in this small, sardonic smile
that flirts with your lips
while you contemplate promiscuity
in forgiveness
as I play with words, attempting to
sway your emotions
and drive you far, far away from here
far from the limited imaginings,
from the confined spaces of stark reality
and into a world where
flashes of blue
inhabit the brown spaces between
red and yellow magnetic leaves
that have lost their green but continue
to hum radiantly, with an undue vitality for those
approaching death
and maybe, just maybe,
if you were to relish this time,
then perhaps we could walk, or hitchhike if you please
to that far, far away time from here
and be greeted by flashes of blue –
small, sardonic-smiled flashes of forgiveness