the blue house

Alone I sit from my blue
house that shelters me from
strange and afars, sights
and smells of tree

Alone I sit, and afar I read
your verses from wherever you are
Inside with me

This blue ceiling and walls
is what I see, and the covers
and the paintings they are blue
inside of me.

Afar from the winds and the feathers
while some leaves still stay with me
from the red yearning of my soul
to the green inspiration of my trees,
turning blue into everything that I see...

painting by Marc Chagall