What Blue IsÖ
Blue is the color entranced in eyes,
Like skies and oceans vast and deep,
A reverie of streamed subconscious perfected,
The memory of a dream longed to keep.
Blue is the sensation that lingers softly,
Like a sweet lowly tune that haunts the mind,
Yearning for the warmth in the heart of hearts,
Perhaps perchance perpetrated and resigned.
Blue is the sensual contextual feeling,
Like languid ridges that never stop,
Hastily stalling and lazily crawling,
Rich in texture profound in abstract thought.
Blue is the name of a flame deeply burning,
Turning all fancies from lust to dust,
Lost like lullabies lulled lied and laid,
Made to encumber and encompass trust.
Blue is the cool collected stillness dwelling,
Reeling in the tryst of heightened fantasy,
An alluring natural riveting happenstance,
That shatters the boundaries of reality.
Blue is the aura of a free flowing spirit,
Supple and graceful and only one of a kind,
In shapes and forms different from the norm,
Relishing in the sight thatís so divine.
Blue is the fine and sultry rhythm,
The groove that moves deeply softly within,
The soothing sound coming in rushing waves,
And engraves all yearning in a whim.
Blue is the ideal state of feeling and emotion,
Tapping into the recess of the soul to compose,
It will bring up the deepest darkest secrets,
And to the world becomes completely exposed.
Blue is the hue of a fire tendered,
Like an undying tinder of a lasting kiss,
A dťjŗ-vu that lingers in the soul forever,
Like immortal embers of an eternal bliss.
Thatís what blue is...