What is Blue?

Is it a color?

A feeling?

Something undeniably true?

Is it a cloudless day, stretching ‘cross wild onder?

Is it a star speckled expanse of universal life?

Can I touch it, hold it close?

Or must I set it free, and watch it blossom in the air?

Is it a flutter of excitement? A flitter of disappointment?

Or nothing more than once of life’s subtle clues?

Can Blue be heard? Can it play inside my ear?

Can it laugh with the wind? May I play it ever so sweetly?

Can Blue fall like rain, softly kissing my neck?

Or must Blue be a tear, washing away the pain?

Tell me please, for I would love to know…

One of life’s final mysteries, unknown but for the moment before I go…

What is Blue?