SOLILOQUY
IN BLUE…
He made every secret that desire could construe,
A temple built of memories that had once been true,
On a time blessed, but plainly no longer new,
An old man’s song, a soliloquy in blue,
He loved and loneliness left him what remained,
Of a conflagration no other man could tame,
Life had branded other journeys with his name,
Somber and yet brilliant soliloquies in blue,
He lived the unbridled passions of his lust,
With an unpretentious piety honest men could trust,
Venerated by the ensanguined draught he drew
Whispered from his veins bled a soliloquy in blue…
FIN
Written
by Bigdaddy Blues
A GALLERY OF ANTIQUE STEREOSCOPES
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