Ink

The heart cries a deep blue

As blotches begin to appear

In variations that change 

Every moment.

Painfully slow but electric

The deep blue is an

Endless stream. 

From where it flows 

To where it goes 

Time decides but

Tells me not.

The season is yet to come

Until then the soul can wait

For a year that has been

Before.

Moments wrapped in

Shreds of permanence

Tearing away to reveal

A lifetime of ignorance.

The deep blue will still flow

To the depths 

Of an unfathomable ocean.