Blue

As if I never knew, there’s never a day without blue.

Sure there have been those days, those dark and cold,

days I’ve not wanted to see, not a hint or clue of blue.

These are only the darkest days, but the next soon comes.

Sure, there was a little boy, smurfs and moods no less.

But the sky?  Really?  Who does that?  And the water too?

From the brilliant to the royal, the neon and mystical hue.

From the staged Man group to the west coast’s dusty hills,

it’s all blue, old and new, forget the borrowed, stick like glue.

Certain a color not only for silly boys, but coils and folds of velvet,

soft to the touch, turning your tongue, yet once more, brilliant… .

Huge swelling collections of bells and balls, and ribbons round.

Must even my blood run through?  Yes, it’s true, steamy blue!

So it is, just when green mint and lavender and peach and torch red,

beacon your eye, calling from the misty and tinted shadow.

Walk boldly, love and cherish Blue.  God knows I miss and love you.

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