Under a blue-clouded sky

We dreamed reflected shafts of light,

that played upon our sheltered eyes;

and teased each ribboned hope’s delight, 

with false colours of our truth’s disguise

in yellow, Aspen-fingered blue,

bathed in cloying mountain dew;

wetter than this upturned face,

deep etched by lying's teardrop stain,

and promise-broken acid rain,

white kisses of our dead embrace.