blue

A Poem by steph

I remember when blue was used to describe a sad time, when it was just a color. And that's what I thought it was. And it wasn't my favorite, either.

Then I saw your eyes.

The moment I looked into them, it's like my whole view on the color changed. Looking into your eyes is kind of like looking into the sky on a beautiful, sunny day. Or like watching the ocean when it's calmly swaying and moving from place to place as if it didn't have a final destination. Or like looking into a field full of blue orchids.

Blue looks good on many things. But your eyes crave a blue so deep, the ocean would be jealous. Because it's not something everyone can have. You can stare into the ocean and admire it, and you still wouldn't be able to hold it. But your eyes could. There's so much they hold.

Then again, maybe that's why it turned out to be my favorite color after all. Everything that was blue became beautiful. It's not a sad term anymore. To some it may be a sad color, but when I look into your eyes, all my sorrow is washed away.

Your eyes are like the ocean, and I'm lost out at sea.

- s.d.

(December 28, 2016)