What was Azure, you ask me
I point to the sky; it is summer and all clear
tell you this is how it reflects over water
you ask me further
how it makes me feel, this shadowing of sky and ocean
like a fairy-tale, I answer
a good start of one, at least
this is how we communicate
these days, on the sky, on colors
on a basic shade of the rift that was
where fish once swam between us
carried over-broken food for small finned daughters
how does it feel then, when the sky turns Celeste
another shade of the same blue?
like a gap is closing, a start of a fair-tale, a good one this time.