Color Blind


On a late night,           we dissect the office decoration.

In the quiet, only the clock talks through,

as a picture of your family plays in a waterfall during vacation.

You say, “The picture would be better      with blue.”


A sadness grows as your hand grabs mine,

wondering of           a life with gray.

I think of the dull sky and sea, yet while not benign,

oh,      how sad it must be looking at the bay.


I told you that “Blue could be deep and royal at times,

full of life! Blue can be grand and royal like a jewel on a crown.

Blue calms and smooths in the summertime,

like a breeze floating on the hills and sea at sundown.”


Your grip tightened as you said, “Whether your eyes             are the sea

or the skies, I’ll always cherish them looking back at          me.”


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