Blue Flame Poem by Mark Heathcote

Cold brackish heart waters don't flow backwards
They trickle underground—ceasing slowly to be
Evaporating to salt crystal tear duct, caverns
That slowly collapse to a point of singularity.
There they get dabbed away, O blue flame
Why is it they ignite this ongoing pain
This rhapsody of emotion once thought overcame
It's too difficult to control and ascertain.
Blue flame eternal: first love is you now
A pale imitation lets your flame be, gone
It's time another shone—so I can vow
True love, forever and ever ere long
To her, now river waters sweet flowing
My heart to hers blues blue, blue, blue glowing.