the quest for Blue

I asked the moon what blue was

And he only shook his head

I asked my window what is blue

And it only swung slowly shut

I asked a red Robin what blue was

But he only said ‘Bluejay’ and

Fluttered away...so then

I waited for a bluejay to drop by

And asked the same chilling question

There was a quick hesitation

And then the bird finally said

Blue is the color of my world

From top to bottom; from boundless skies

To endless seas; Blue is what blankets

My sorrow; as I cry and cover myself

In shame; Blue is the still face of all

The thousands of Forget-me-nots and

The millions of morning glories that blossom

With vibrance each day...

And then I felt I knew what Blue was

So I joined the Bluejay in saying

Blue is the sensation of freedom;

Freedom to cry; freedom to sigh

Blue is the feeling of peace and comfort

Blue is the silent aftermath of the storm

Blue is my refuge when all is red or brown

Blue is profound: Blue is what you need

To take comfort amidst a blackening reality.