“Well, I would rather die yonder than in a street or on a frequented road,”
“And far better that crows and ravens – if any ravens there be in these regions – should pick my flesh from my bones, than that they should be prisoned in a workhouse coffin and moulder in a pauper’s grave.”

Jane Eyre – Charlotte bronte

Flying in from the dark…

I step into a blue funk…

the pupils dilated with belladonna
the torch shone into them with a terrible blinding light.
Look left Look down
Look up Look right
Blue flashes in my eyes.
Blue Bottle buzzing
Lazy days
The sky blue butterfly Sways on a cornflower
Lost in the warmth Of the blue heat haze
Singing the blues
Quiet and slowly Blue of my heart
Blue of my dreams
Slow blue love
Of delphinium days
Blue is the universal love
in which man bathes it is the terrestrial paradise.
I’m walking along the beach in a howling gale
Another year is passing
In the roaring waters
I hear the voices of dead friends
Love is life that lasts forever.
My heart’s memory turns to you

Derek Jarman – Blue

But what if this present Were the world’s last night
In the setting sun your love fades
Dies in the moonlight
Fails to rise
Thrice denied by cock crow
In the dawn’s first light
Look left
Look down
Look up
Look right
The camera flash Atomic bright Photos
The CMV a green moon then the world turns magenta
My retina
Is a distant planet
A red Mars

ibid.