Untitled blue poem (first draft)

Blue shines vibrant
A messy mane oer twin sparks,
Fey-formed body
Making a mockery of sky.
How could the noonday mantle
Compare to the brightness of that
heat, twinkling in time with the light?

You say you don't have bones.
I believe it.
How else could you squeeze
your way into the cracks
crevices in my desolate and dry mind.
Dusty tomes and dust caked thoughts,
Made fluid and free by blue light,
Strange songs,
Eclectic and blistering,
Slipped into my hands and head
the beats thrumming through My Quiet

Most wind is colourless.
But this storm is the most wonderful shade of blue