The ocean, blue,
a flowing sky.
The sky, blue,
an ocean inverted.
Until the evening ebbs into twilight:
the tide nudges, teases
the sky cradling the shy young moon
in its endless arms,
as of a lover
that knows no earthly bounds.
\u201cLook, sweetheart,\u201d she said,
as a zephyr\u2019s tender sweep
lowered my eyelids
like a downy blindfold before revelation.
\u201cSee how my pendant drinks
the ocean\u2019s aqua blue.\u201d
Never before
were our hearts so sweet,
our emotions so high.
I watched
the horizon\u2019s slender knife
slice the blue
into aqua and sky.
A new language of colour, for me.
For us, a new colour of language.
A beautiful tragic realisation:
many words existed
only in the reflection
of our togetherness.
Our language \u2013
same, while apart;
and different, together.
Like aqua, born of blue,
and sky, born of blue,
we, together, are apart,
yet, a part, of the same world.
\u201cIf,\u201d my love whispers,
\u201cthe sky could pour itself
into the sea,
if the sea could rise
to become the sky \u2013
If the world\u2019s language
grew as meaningful
as our shared silence,
as gentle as the words between us,
fewer words would say more.
The quiet would speak,
and we\u2019d sit, peaceful,
together or apart,
wondering:
How beautiful the world would be
with an aqua blue sky.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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