Ode to {FadedBlues}

   
   
Socialite eyes widen in amorist awe    
to your smoky bar scene tales {tipping fate's scales}    
mastering plots affixed on bashful, cherry welts {there we knelt}    
by your pierced slavedom realms driven by highbrowed details {alone}    
 
skilled, fervent tongues dance along your poetry of Aristotle fashioning    
turbulence earmarks the heart's parchments with a tight lip whipping action    
   
Before you  La Femme dans la supplication  
merely marred we are in suffering a droplet of your evocations    
   
   
a sable brushed, woolgathering beguiler    
wanderer, observer, crafter of immortal verses    
your soldiering passion tempts the starry, skied fantasies    
   
John reaches far beyond the celestial realm, {you see}    
his artistic notions enter you as an azure ocean    
built upon {FadedBlues} in a constant swell of poetic emotions    
   
bleus délavés, c'est l'amour pur d'un simple...[/font]