Before the Satellites There Was Only Planets and Stars

there’s a certain glance upwards
a look in your eyes when you stand under the sky
as if you have a fond memory of blue
a lover’s memory

you’ve kept a souvenir in your attic
a tiny torn corner of stratosphere
in a heart shaped cardboard box

defiantly you still wear
a relic of kite string as a necklace
from before the days when playing with clouds
was forbidden

i don’t remember the old days
monochrome days - (a flash word for grey)
when times were good
or at least that was the rumour
for me blue was always miles away
somewhere out yonder



©2008 P.A.Levy
First published by Pink-Eye Lemonade 2011 (magazine closed)