Red, I am convinced
Is no color to sleep under, for
Red is sunsets, dawn, fire, blood
Sirens,
Change, fast and catastrophic,
Life alters in red, and who wants to sleep through it?
Blue is a color for me,
Starlight filtered through windowglass dark,
Flicker from the gaps in night's houses,
Color of distant planets packed so tightly
On the welkin's hemisphere
There is but one dull glow,
Smelled not seen,
     and blue it is, calling to dreams
     and rest
     and midnight kisses between lovers
And sleep, dear and sweet.