Blue

Blue is the repentance of a sin that stains your name,

is the clear freedom of life, where nothing can hold you back,

is the coldness of a blizzard, where you have no choice but to march ahead,

is the tinkle of water splashing in the summer breeze,

is the sheer pain of broken love, where a future has been crushed,

is the sight of the future, in Father Time’s unpredictable prophecy,

is the nondescript, yet quenching taste of pure water, from nature itself,

is the moist and salty scent of the rains to come,

is the trickling of a bead of sweat, running down your forehead,

is the winter breeze, endowing the earth with coldness,

is the coolness of water, drenching your skin like a great flood,

        is the eternal yonder above us, bringing the endless cycle of day and night.