Bitter Blue

for those who wear your shadow's face we ran along the water's edge to leave behind those latent tales of Christmases that tried and failed, to catch a glimpse of remaining shots such pain and thievery we tried, I know we did and for a bleak pause at sudden recovery, the moment stopped we were done in one broad flash, worthy of cinematography full scale grandiose, complete with trumpets and a splash of glee not to last not meant to be, and now I travel light memories weigh not so much, though I venture near the time of need and bitter blue ...