Azure dragonfly
partaking of wild lace
all afternoon long,

Crickets go airborne,
melding with leaves and arrows,
luminescent blue,

Pointing to the sky,
to rainbows missing a stripe,
fallen to the Earth 

In her arms again,
with eyes of teal conviction
staring right through me,

her long gone hazel,
gave only aquamarine
in consolation.,

when midnight, 
in spectrums of navy ships,
is romanticized.