Testo Blue Leaves

Strength like a stone, a texture you know

And sewn in your children's quilts you made

Can you be meek, lowered and weak

Possibly tired as to see


Her eyes upon you under blue leaves at night

And what will you do with your new kind of sight?



Cluttered asides and marginal lines

Home to the closest jewels you owned

Strength like a stone, a pressure you've known

Better than footsteps leading home


And eyes wanting you under blue leaves at night

But you never knew until they sank out of sight