Cousteau - (shades Of) Ruinous Blue

Pale luminescent face

Cumulescent grace now

Borne in shades of

Ruinous blue



Thin, like the river's wrinkled skin

All the mirrors in the heavens

Already shaded

In ruinous blue...





There's brooding and moody truths

Moving through the moonlight

The world's lonely edge

There be monsters

Hedging no tomorrow

In ruinous blue





Thrown

Towed between the earth and sea

Shown the secrets

That the sleepless secretly realise

In ruinous blue





Years

Almost never stopping

Tears bottled in a bottle

Drifting here awash

With ruinous blue