Blue Is As

Blueness, in water, in sky, from guitars, hearts... all has the same quality deep rippling shimmering even Sometimes it is welcomed. Even cherished. Other times, it overwhelms one with its vastness it’s darkness. True though. It can’t can’t be mistaken for anything else. If looked into you know... you feel it in its purest sense. Blue quells fire cools passion hides things Yet one can look in and almost see the future if one is willing... but it takes a strong heart to face the blues I mean for real no messing around If that willingness is there treasures lie await for the power of blue matches no other.