recognizing the hearts (use the key)

how night time comes: to julia

as quickly as a stabbing sunset,
bloodied with beauty,
the wine crocuses bloomed
silver in the puddles near my brain.
((silver or purple, but still in my brain))
the sapphire stag,
((a deep ocean blue))
glided through the golden dreams
resting in my wet-road eyes.
goodnight, rainclouds. goodnight