bluebirds.
blue
it's the colour of life
the colour of the sky before a storm
it's the colour of the ocean depths,
glassy, sandy bottom much further down
than anybody expects
it's the colour of small, round eyes,
opening to a world
made brutal, yet delicate
a tiny flower in bloom, just for her.
blue
it's the colour of loss
the colour of tears, as they cast
shadowy constellations across a face that never deserved this
and eyes that shimmer in the light
cast by your failure
blue
it's the colour of acceptance
the colour of lights waving across the sky
massive sheets of linen, cloaking us from the wonders that lay beyond
or perhaps acting as a blanket
soothing us into a deep, profound sleep
blue is the colour of the happiest face
the brightest traces of some otherworldly magic fading away
right before your eyes
coming to terms with your past feels like blue
like warmth on a cold winter night
cocooning you
until you emerge, blinking away the blinding glare
of an ice blue sun
blue is the colour of forgiving
of light, almost translucent silhouettes,
dancing and twirling amongst one another
each one a person you have let down
but each one a person who would help you up
without a moment's hesitation
leading you to ask yourself
if you deserve to be among their ranks
blue is the colour of time
utterly endless, stretching infinitely
yet never seeming to be infinite;
imperceptible.
you almost mistake it for something else
but that's alright
for mistakes are just a way to learn,
and in the end, all mistakes turn into birds