It is with an element of strangeness
That God created Blue.
After a hard day’s work, when He was
Weary, yet full
With sparkling creativity.
That is when, from a tired contentment
Was born this hue.
Created in a moment of inanition,
Blue is true
To the emotions that conceived it.
Standing, thus, loyal, to despair,
And adding to euphoric thrills.
When the sun is hostage to the clouds,
Anguished are the souls down below
Appetent of a hint of the Blue.
The same souls still, on voyage,
Dread the deep Blue so,
Chant litanies out loud.
Created from confusion, Blue elates and torments.
To the nature of this colour,
God, His spirit lent.
26th (2/08 + 4/12)