The Left Column

   Sparkle
  Sapphire
    star

That sky looked
  like powder dust
 of crushed pure
  child-dream
 love of parents
  love and joy
of clean fresh
  sapphire sky
 morning from the
   crib sky and
clean laundry
  blues and
bright sparkles
  of dancing
   stars of 
life in the
  room
  in the hallway
 down stairs
  where they dry
 the azure towels
and the color 
the shower
  curtain in the
sun when it's wet
  with dolphins
 in blue that
 shimmer as the
   sapphire sand
  drains down
   the hourglass
  but the gems
 seem to hang in
the air as baby
  splashes the
water and mom
  and dad are
 always love.

  Blue of joy 
      eye blue
  seem by eyes
of all colors (it
  is not an eye
color things this
  joy of sparkle)

  Such things,
   just plastic?
     just glass?
  just a colored 
       shampoo?

  The color was there
   on the ocean in
  the sun with the
waves breaking on
    the stones
  from the pegmatite
   of some ancient age
  and sapphire sand
   spills below the waves
  painting the sea
  in colors of 
    finest gems.
  More precious
   than any gem
  this sapphire soul
   of pure love
    sleeps in his
  crib.
    Mom and Dad's
      joy
    you were
      in the
   sapphire world
    of how you
  grew up when
   you knew
    the joy
   is real
  
    (forever 
        real)