Endless Blues

A poem

Have you ever seen blue?
Blues that are royal and true.
There are azure skies
and your midnight eyes.
A bird flying high
in the wild blue yonder.
I hopelessly cry 
while I take tumultuous ocean rides,
trapped in a sapphire lament.

As the tears fall in this cerulean abyss,
I wonder,
why the bird never seems
to sing a song of sorrow.
In that moment, she answers me:
The birdsong is only for glee,
I hope your tears are necessary.
Proceed carefully,
or He'll give you something
to really cry about.

I can't distinguish
between our shades of navy.
How will we know
where you end
and where I begin?
I'm left with
the palest memory
of my own light...
baby blues.

The midsummer sun casts his glow,
pushing light to the extremes,
bringing life to what has laid dormant.
I can't help but wish
for His light to shine on me
and awaken my periwinkle 
Forget-Me-Nots
to bloom.

Can I separate
the rain from the clouds
and watch them dissipate?
Long for the pink skies
as the sunset briefly changes
the cloud's hue?
Or does altering reality
simply make the pain escalate?

I resolve an
indigo ache
annihilates less than
a rainbow
of suffocating anxiety.
Tell me why
my head always wins?
Is it because I cannot trust
my heart with its
blue veins
running through?

The slate won't ever be clean
while I live
in this spectrum of shade.
Until I can see the stars,
or reflect what brightly burns,
I'm resigned
to being lost
in a kaleidoscope of
endless blues.

Nothing is ever
black and white,
but somewhere in-between.
The bird shrieks to me,
You must want to escape!
You must fiercely choose!
So, who am I 
that I stay
in this aquamarine dream?

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Pink clouds reflecting in the endless blue. Photo by me.

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Forget-Me-Not. Photo by me.