The Black and the Blue

Multitude of the skies,
golden riddle of millions of stars,
cold, distant, lustrous, beautiful,
silent, unfeeling, unwelcoming.
Fulness of knowledge is their course,
emptiness of chartless ignorance,
a universe moving in silence,
a mind alone in its bounds.
Not they moved my thoughts,
not the marvel of their chill course;
to us there is no miracle but love,
lighting of a universe in the kindling of your face.

----Sorley Maclean, Multitude.

The blue entering the black; you entering the void. One does not become the other. The blue light that falls all around you, never in you. The blue time of your eyes, abstract and distant. The blue of your soul, still, like a soul unborn, a name with God from the black land. Vague, unredeemed, untrue. Blue, the mind that does not know, the hand that will slip, the heart that will lose the red.