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?