Peacock blue

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Blue in green
Green in blue 
eyes closing
The sound of a bright wind
moving through the tomb

Up the hill a cross 
and the cross is white

Skies go blank with meaning
trees have come here
and the valley was once an ocean

Of thought and feeling
the wind stirs a little stirring
Something is moved

The peacock bows to it
the dark is in its eyes