Blues

Pure blue is the sky
In the middle of July
When there isn’t a breath
And you’re lying in the lull
Squinting at the sun
That blinds your eye.
Lazy blue is the sea
Dancing loose and free
For a shell pink beach
Where all you do is drift
Rocked by a dream
Of a place you’ll never be.
Sudden blue is lightning
When there isn’t any biting
Of nails in the house
And you can hear it strike
The quiet in your heart
While you are writing. 
Sad blue is her eyes
Blinking away the lies
When she opens her door
And straightens her face
And smears her painted lips
And says Where was I?

Dizzy blue is your stand
On that lazy island sand
That scorches your hopes
As you beg selfish waves
For a song for your dream
As it slips from your hand.
Pure blue is the sky
In the middle of July
When there isn’t a breath
And you’re lying in the lull
Squinting at the sun
That blinds your eye.

© 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved