Blue were the skies, realize, when disguised
As the rise of your grace to a happier place.
Stand in the face of the past. It won't last.
And tell those who ask, that you've come to be none.
postscript
For day 30 of --the Vers Beaucoup. This form is really heavy-handed. It might be fun for performance poetry, but I'm not likely to ever use it again.