Shades of Indigo

Ocean or sky, it’s all the same; liquid or vapor, fluid, sky—

Look for the stars and wonder why you can’t remember your place, your name,

Your hopes, your fears, your heart, your dreams, or anything like a concrete fact,

But only sense, faintly, a world intact when the air and sea converge their streams.

When the blue engulfs both thought and time, what is the measure by which you live?

How many tears and breaths must give their blue to make the world so sublime?