Blue

It’s a world of blues out there

I wouldn’t say fifty shades of grey

Unless you want to 

Shift in and out

Of a half truth and full lie,

Of a spectrum of nothing and everything.

I say the world is blue because it is,

Of subtle hints and shifting waters

Of dappled purples and straightforward mauves.

In a clear blue sky, you see purpose

As you see a web of complications

In a sea of soft teal and cornflower.

Solid and liquid, blue is time

Blue is the wide-eyed gaze of a newborn,

Blue is the weary stare clouded with cataracts.

Blue is both knowledge and oblivion,

As close to black as it can get

When you try to see past the stars.

Cold and warm, a myriad of shades

That rival the fifty of grey

That you like to believe in so much.

I say your life is blue because it IS

It means the quiet rhythm 

Of the songs that narrate your soul

It means the depths of grief and failure

It means the soaring pinnacle of success

When you don that graduation cap.

Say what you like, every colour is blue’s best friend

Which is why - I say - when you’re ready

To share a piece of luck, love and life

You say this

‘Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue…’