Muted Dyes Poem by Patti Masterman

Talk to me, of divinity,
Of pasts and futures now forgot;
Talk to me, don't leave to silence
Leaves that absent memory wrought.

Talk to me, of trees and green,
Of life, and the span of living minds;
Let earthly tides sweep up the rest
And leave no silent world behind.

Talk in the ways you've always had,
Of touch on skin, and cloudless sky;
And how the faded sunsets turn
Blue ether's face, to muted dye.