Cobalt

What does it mean to you?

Is it your favourite colour,

the essence of the sea, universal in nature,

a gleam of sunlight glancing clear?

Is it your icy eyes,

so often caught in motion,

so hopelessly lost in proving

their devotion? Warmer times

too when you laugh in summer’s

view yet despite their constant

shifting we perceive them to be

truth. Is it the colour of belief,

of loss, depression, grief? The

absence of the warmth, a fading

into twilight, a biting tone of

winter ever present in this

climate. It was the colour of his

lips, where more than life

was claimed that day, it’s the

colour you want your walls

should you ever decide to paint.

I think perhaps it was decided,

a destiny foretold,

that the colours of my life,

would be ever shaded cold,

quiet but not alone.

For what I’ve come to learn,

what it means to me

is myriad possibility.

Now, then, here,

blue takes sphere.