As Pure As Sure As Azure Blue

The ink in my veins like a trip of the brain runs as pure as azure blue,
The blood from my pen flows dense like my Zen and as sure as I do.
Like smoke I just blew the mirror will skew when visions become impaired,
There I’ll stake claim and name the blue flame for the love I have declared.
By my own admission I’m not a magician, I’m just a lover of the word,
But blue is the color that’s hot under my collar that totally gets me stirred.
It’s the shade that describes and gives out the vibes and puts me in the mood,
I fancy the soft hue like feelings just flew then flow with fine attitude.
Just like the ocean it’s deep with emotion and paints the most beautiful sky,
In the prettiest swirl for the entire world in azure blue I wish I could dye.