Coming Blue

The sea has spoken to me,

about the colour I see.

‘Are you sure I am blue?’, she asks.

‘I come and go,

I bring up and take back’’.

I close my eyes,

I listen to her constant voice,

that comes with a promise

of absence and presence.

‘Don’t look at me;

I am mirroring the sky’.

I look up,

to catch up with the blueness of the sky

through the branches of a tree,

but alas! Some white clouds

have stolen the colour.

But, I know…

It will come through the rain.

It will touch my face,

again and again.

The blueness of the sky

is swimming in the rain.