A Voyeur to Nature, I Suppose

It’s a pale blue, like bleached sea water,

Tearful periwinkle.

It’s the color of dawn when indigo first gives in to red,

And that light pierces through rising mist,

From ocean making love to shore.

That’s the color I’m looking for,

The color I want my love to be

 

Ocean pulling in and out of shore, making love to the land.

We take in their impassioned breaths and become calm.

Our spirits rest in witness of nature's love.