I asked the Oracle, why so much blue? This is what she replied.
Joy is in colour,
the red of mornings,
the slow glint of silver fish scales in the stream,
ice dazzle, and the cool steel glitter of stars,
in the milky coffee of storm clouds
tinged with flame at sunset,
~but blue is day and night~
at the earth’s heart,
veining watercourses and dead marble,
filling the sky, pooling in cupped flowers;
it is the wild voices of the birds,
the colour of oceans, and, when we sleep,
of sailboats full of dreams.