Blue Sapphire Poem by Not A Dream Choice

In the city’s quiet being
In the burning tree
In the pencil who don’t want to write
In the platens shards breaking veins

You have your hand on their pans
Blue Sapphire…blue sapphire

In the silence between the noise
In the songs that there hiding
In these lonely vibrations
In the crystal they gave a crack

You give them your hand and turn your face to them
Blue Sapphire…blue sapphire

In the fire’s beautiful flames
In the forest they burn down
In the guilty and the victim
In the happiness eternal flame

Through their theories and all they speculate
You them all see, blue Sapphire…blue sapphire

In the big lie in front of them all
In the truth beside
In this blue sapphire