Beauteous Blue

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If butterflies could fly above the grasp

Of Earth, beyond the blue of sky, if they

And moths could soar above an angel’s gasp;

If sun and moon and stars were more the way

Of lepidoptera;  if wings like theirs

Would take them in a spiral arc above

The azure of the bluest blue as heirs

To sapphire atmospheres of jewelled love

And triumph over lesser colors, hue

Of ultimate chromatic, final light;

If bluest wings of yearning could find true

Precision, God Himself would wand true light.

  The beauty of all blues would blend as one.

     Eternity would circle round and stun.

© Phillip Whidden