blue_skies pete from the rainy heart of the darkest night god, comes in silence the first gentle rays of our new day, with the strumming of her guitar, the silent rambler cries her bitter tears, and vows never to trust again, trusting in her cold words, ignoring the day that has just come, pouring another cup of coffee, to fight the agonizing sleep-dreams, to live another day with a seven am start time, and an end time yet to come. a boy takes his first steps, into the night that has just past, quicker and quicker, running running, towards the splintered bolts of fire, lights of the gods, he says, feeling her wrath boil around the ever present coffee, though he does not see her shade pass on its way to work, a body without independant life, a soul filled with this destroyed parasite, rocking on his heels he freezes, just rocking, on the city corner, as the cars pass him by, without a glance, he's faded and fated, left to be on his own, the rains have left blue skies to reign as the the gods change thrones. the voice from the off world catches both in time. the rambler stops, looks up, to see the devilish sun shine. unable to see any more she stumbles onto the road, passing between the blind drivers, and ascending in a midnight haze, burned stomach, hollow heart and burdened eyes. the boy slumps against a tree, after finally being freed from his heels, and slides down its side until again he remains still to hear what it is to be said. the day passes, hour upon hour, life upon life, and he sits, transfigured and lost, watching the rambler dance in the field across the road. the skies fold, dusk streaks her fingers across the horizon, granting respite from the monotonous blue of the harrowing day. the two meet in the median as the rush hour passes them by. they lie down and pray to their gods of the night, hoping again to be caught in their ways, knowing that they will part never to speak a word, never to know past knowledge. the skies fold and dissapate, one forms two and combines to be a myriad of colours, lit by sin, simple sin, though some of the church call it virtue. her hair flows, her back to his. his eyes burn, his back to hers. blocks apart, yet still touching, a new bond of salt, a day to come within the clutches of forever night. i see you, the moon says, i see you both. stand and be stood before. my blue skies ring true. 050821 ... jane goodbye 050821 ... tori all in my head she said 050821 ... pete we watched the sky change as we swam. the blue of the day faded into the blue of the night. the celestial birds grinned, watching us from a high, keeping the boats away. 050823 what's it to you? who go blather from