A Blue Heart By Jonathan Berman 4/26/2016

A Blue Heart

A blue heart in a windy sea
A golden light behind a smile
A pretty moonlit precipice 
A memory, a metaphor 
A siren calling out for more 
Aftershocks of what is sure
To be another lie.

Stillness comes, connections folly
Shameless like a trickling pour
Damaged goods rot at the port
The water chops, like a child's laugh
An island recedes at long long last 
Riptide mourns of what is sure
To be another lie.

A prayer for the dying and the dead
Peel your onion until your illusions are fed.