Deep Navy Blue.

At night when the whole world deepens
to black and to violet and to deep navy blue
and the only lights
are the brights
speeding fast
(on the roads)
through the threads
sewn tight
to the boarders of our being.
The edges of our fabric.
Fabricated colors are only remembered.
Reminders of a time
more bright and more thin.
But these lights,
these brights,
speed into the depths
of the violet (the rich black world)
remember
remember the colors.
The thinness of day.
With no brights
and no beaming
stretched deep
to the shallows
of the light.