The blue in me

Stretched out like a long shoreline, life has always been about the blue in me.

That deep curdling ink when swimming through an adolescent angst.

Languorous in love – a cobalt sky, transcending to greenish gold to kiss the sea.

A refraction of shades and moods - primary, derivative, true blue,

honest, earnest, flirtatious - a splendid fairywren, scattering

affectionate pink petals in the quest for love anew.

Serious like a navy suit. Eye on the task at hand, but always yearning

for a glimpse of morning whispers of baby blue across a country sky,

between meetings and compliant keyboards, the daily dross of earning.

And on this fresh horizon, alone, where no strings bind my path

and all shades are possible, I am a bit lost in the freedom.

Dipped, adrift, floating. Sails down, in a blue, blue bath.