These blue skies remind me of your sighs,
And the windows to your soul, which are brown but felt like blue eyes.
That calm, cold look that could stop your heart and chill your spine,
That oceanic blue, that’s a calming reminder that you’re mine.
That relaxing blue, that lets me know it’ll all be fine.
That vibrant blue, that makes even still art come alive,
Like you make me feel, the moment you arrive.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016