My Lover Blue
a poem
My lover blue was a sight behold, and although his hue was often interpreted for sadness, my lover was a representation of life as a whole. He encapsulated the duality of existence. He was the raging ocean, the tears of mourning, but he was also the soothing sky, so infinite, vast and heavenly.
In the quiet moments of contemplation, my lover Blue unfolded like a delicate sonnet, each shade resonating with the verses of a life well-lived. His hues, a poetic dance between the stormy depths and the tranquil heights, painted a canvas that mirrored the intricate interplay of joy and sorrow. Amidst the symphony of existence, he stood as an enduring melody, reminding me that within every crescendo and lull, the music of life unfurls in harmonious beauty.
As the seasons changed, so too did my lover Blue’s manifestation, a chameleon of emotions in tune with the rhythm of nature. In the embrace of spring, he blossomed into a tapestry of soft pastels, echoing the rebirth of hope and possibilities. The fragrance of flowers intertwined with the scent of rain, and my lover Blue became a reflection of the ever-renewing cycle of life, where even the most vibrant blooms emerge from the nourishing tears of the storm.
In the twilight of evening, my lover Blue gracefully embraced the fading sunlight, casting shadows that whispered tales of resilience and introspection. His hues deepened into the rich palette of dusk, a mirror to the introspective musings that accompany the transition from day to night. It was in this quietude that I found solace — a reminder that, much like the evolving shades of the evening sky, I too am part of a larger, cyclical narrative that unfolds with the passage of time.
