Black and Blue

The Moon is full and bright. It's white. But I know... it's black; or, anyway, grey. And swaddled in the airless Really Black. (like me.) The sun is yellow, the Sky blue. But the sun's always seemed white to me. The anodyne Sky - so less blue than one who is blue down deep, so blue. And when the Sky seems fruited with color, I know it's stolen hues. Or, leastways, borrowed dyes when daylight daily dies.