Blue in complete motion

“Blue like the wide clear ocean, blue like the highest skies, as is my memory in motion” Gun Roswell

Blue in complete motion

The ocean, turned to a cool blue
As if deriving it from the sky’s hue
The sun was still shining
Us towards nature entwining

It was a perfect of blues for us few
Who had felt the presence of the colour
And then smelling its eternal odour
For our whole lives having been revolving around blue

And now it was once again beckoning
Us toward the total most reckoning
Being united with the blue
Now and forever feeling the true blue hues