Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
Blue is rippling waves
Splashing onto the shores of a beach
Blue is the big moon
Taking over a majority of the atmosphere at night
Blue is Grandma Helen's dress
With sparkling flakes of magenta bouncing rapidly as
she dances with Jesus.
Blue is the law enforcement
That protects this nation so strongly and courageously
Blue is the sky
That God holds so close to his presence.
Blue is the color of propane flames
Burning down whatever may get into it's way.
There’s ever so much more to blue
Than just a color
It’s as much an emotion
As it is a hue
Blue is the tender soul
Of sky, flower and ocean
And the blessing and bane
Of me and you
Dye of desperation
Paint of despair
Wistful wash of wisdom
And the pale shade of prayer
A name for a pet
A descriptor of sea
Four letter word…Tho’
The best one that could be
It is substance, it has meaning
Is nothing, yet so many things…
All the while, tis just a color
Only a color, …yet a color with wings