christopher

Above, I saw the kind of blue today
That haunts the color of her eyes within
A sphere haunting the whites of clouds staying
Far off. Is it shared sight or the myth in
Perspective? Can blue eyes see blue sky or
Is it my purple to their sight compared
To one of my dark browns? Am I a liar
If I don't know more than the soft, cold air
From nights on walks or hot, moist steam on backs
Arched up? What morning sun and space
Above us held close up! My sight retracks
The blue, now white, has now replaced this place.
Her sight, my sight, their sight now shared.We knew
That relativity is deep, dark blue.