blue is the colour
gary jurechka
Blue is the colour
of his kind,
the blood blue of slumbering
rose petals at night,
the crystal blue of dancing, sparkling
Caribbean waters,
the gray blue of a solitary cloud’s
hidden soul,
the purple blue of dark storms
fierce with power,
the airy sky blue of laughing
childhood summer heavens,
the dusky blue black of twilight shadows
swallowing the fading sunlight,
the cool blue of soft jazz drifting
on the breeze from an open window
one warm evening,
the mysterious midnight blue that is
bathed in pale, lonely
moonlight, and
blue is the colour
of his kind.
