Blue written by: Eric Robert Nolan   Blue is burning bright and deep in the gardens of my sleep. The ordered flowers of my dreaming Mirror summer midday’s gleaming — at attention, standing guard, all about a child’s yard. I am aging now. Does this set the night to reminisce and move my dreaming eye to roam the backyard of my boyhood home? There a firm azure replaces all the old remembered faces. There the bright battalion smolders — upright … Continue reading Blue