Blue sky at dawn
Blue ocean that curls
Blue bayou
Blue lagoon
Blue peace
Blue spaces in-between
Blue that cascades down
Blue that hums in the ears
Blue that escapes to smile
Blue blur that crushes
Blue that suspends the heart
Blue that pierces white
Blue what are you?
Do you come at night and sit by my bedside?
Do you wear dreams?
Are you out there or in here?
May I? Can I? Touch you?
Do you wrap the world in used sentiment?
Or do you roll cool and clear
over the wrinkled brow

—Ellen A. Wilkin