Out of the blue. Again.


 

The color of distance.

Down in the deepest sea.

Heights of the bluest sky.

 

Always assigning me a color.

Never answering my quiet, “why?”

  
My instinct is to flee,

Because you can’t seem to see,

 
the color of me.

 
I’ve the hue of a numinous night

But the light of the brightest star

With the sprinkling of some magic

Of some time and some place lost afar.

 
Here for just a short while,

Not for some fad or a style.

 
I know that you

were to let me 

Be free and go wild.

But you want to fix it.

To make me choose 

some thing other,

Just because you can’t seem 

 
to see 

 

the real me

 
Or my color.

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