Sweet Blue Poem by John Ackerman

Sweet upon sweet
the liquid courage to drink,
faces, hands & feet
a pillow match its fleece;

shaped through your dreams my cheerful one
beneath the one we have come to view
chased back the love we need to grow,
march through the envelop from the way we should go

pierced through the window a cascading vow to take
shall there be a window to halp seal its fate
a lone widow perched on a rocking chair
love's flame for one soon to care...

the pool out next to the lawn
refreshed in any direction we take
help seal its fate,
seal the date...


blue is the glare within your eyes
alive with pillows a century through thought
the conclaves of Western civilization through ports unknown
breeders cup of praise,

the lost century beneath the mighty covers
through covers that quivers against each other
in full proof the episode beneath the corner of the eye
lay silent above the chord that's blue...

Toxic cobwebs a thing of brew
the sound ovation amidst its borrowed blue
shaped through the trees my dearest one come alive