I Can Hear the Sound of Blue - Contest
I hear the sound of blue,
It is the shallow hitched breathing I hear when my niece cries,
It is the raindrops tink tinkling onto the window late at night,
It is the soft, down sigh that escapes from my lovers lips.
I hear the sound of blue.
I hear the sound of blue,
When I stretch early morning and hear the birds sing,
I know the open expanse of blue sky will greet me.
When I hear the soft call of the ocean within a shell,
Or even hear the swish of the gentle waves.
I hear the sound of blue.
I hear the sound of blue,
But I have never seen its color.
Never seen the azure setting of the sky late at night,
I have never watched the way blue paint stains hands,
Or saw the light shining through topaz earrings.
I have never seen the way blue blends across the sky in a rainbow,
Nor seen the glow of blue within my own eyes.
I can only imagine the sight of the Northern Lights,
But I can hear, the sound of blue.
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