The blue I see
As I sit on a revolving chair
My mind wanders off to a peculiar place
Full of blue flowers and blue roses
The sky is amazingly blue too
With the moon luminating blue light.
Is this because I love blue?
I cut myself open with vague memories
Of the colour black I used to love.
Yes, we divorced because it was as dark as my reality.
And there I see that blood in my veins is not red
Neither does it look like the element gold
But it's blue again and again
The blue I see lives in me now
It is life giving to this mortal body
And to every creature that creeps the earth.
Sometimes blue behaves like a vacuum
Sucking the little happiness I have left
At other times it satiates me to the core
This blue is a phenomenal blue.