Blue

Ray Malcolm 2012

For Tiger

Blue is the colour of the sea, of muted grays and faded jeans. Like faded skies, Or deep blue eyes; yours is the colour of blue. The velvet mornings drawn out upon the endless stretch of time Like paint flaked planks, They once shined new. And in this ephemeral dream I pretend that my strength will make a difference, But even the strongest crumble, Like dust, Like stone, Like flour blown from the hand. The Indian spat pigment against the wall, That rude expression of his inner soul Leaving behind a pattern That told nothing, that told all. A falling leaf, A running game, Laughter broke the silence, A stone fell in the pond. The sun was falling below the horizon, Trees rustled in a light breeze, I could spend eternity, But I dont have that long.