Blue

Blue, the mystery of the depth of sea and sky. Cerulean, cyan, soft, centered, secret. I pleasure to have the color as the window to my soul. Mine own pools of serenity tainted by dispair, the Atlantic at war with itself, the sea attempting to correct its split with the tumultous sky. Azure so dull it shines grey and swims in anticipation of the waiting horizon waiting to sew shut a closure of the divide between earth and the heavens.

Whose reflection here is seen, waves in the higher atmosphere, or clouds at the floor of the ocean. Two mysteries with unfathomable darkness and piercing pools of light and life connect me to my world to see these expanses. Mayhaps the reflection is here between not the sea and sky but my soul to yours and our perceived world through this haze of blue.