Blue

Blue.

Blue has always understood the dark.

Known the deep.

Just enough, to caress me on those days.

On the ones that I just don’t have enough courage to get out of bed.

Yet, the still, apparently cloudless, vigilant blue.

Is also in the bright morning sky.

While the sun shines down,

Ever so warm.

Encouraging me to take my day by storm.

Blue,

Is also the still endless lake.

While I’m sitting on that desolate island.

Surrounded by the trees, encouraging me to just sit still.

That summer sky knows how to help me find peace again.

Yet,

It also knows the impenetrable raging waves of that sunless sea.

Even the most ruthless among all sailors,

Will bow their heads in prayer for strength to face blue.

Deviant navy knows, just how it feels.

When the anger takes over,

When all you can do;

Is crash.

You see,

Blue has always.

Will always.

Be there.

On the days that I am nothing.

A shadow of a silhouette.

When, even I can’t recognize myself,

Anymore.

He understands.

Never judges.

For blue, has been here too.

He is all encompassing.

Also, the darkest shade of midnight in the pre-dawn skies.

When no one is around to hear those far too loud thoughts.

Blue listens.

Blue smiles down.

Even, and especially on the days he hides.

The days all you see are dark clouds.

Know blue still looks down.

His range, the hues of the infinite scale.

Is forever all knowing.

All understanding.

For blue;

Has been here, too.