The Color Blue
Of ten thousand things of azure hue,
I've composed a limited sample,
Being these, the ample purest few,
To derive a new meaning from example.
The general shade of a cloudless sky,
The darkest overhead
And often said, the loveliest of eyes,
If not green or brown instead.
Bodies of water, when clean, deep in day,
Fire, gas-inspired, without smoke or ash,
Humid summer air, seen from faraway,
And night-time at a lightning flash.
Musicians, for want of a better word,
call the blues, music of depression,
But to consider the skies,
The seas, your eyes, and a flame,
Blue has yet to give me this impression.