There is you,
a marble statue
made to be seen
and not touched.
You,
a towering pillar
standing strong
when I cannot.
And then there is me,
a ball of clay
not yet hardened.
Me,
the flickering flame
caught in your winds.
We are different,
but when our
stars align
and shine just right,
we are beautiful.

Now just add blue.  Notice the atmosphere change in an instant.  Its what I see in you.  The calm and pureness that such a color creates for the soul. To look at blue brings the sense of coolness and calmness to a once nervous understanding.  The oncoming storm on the horizon is my favorite type of blue.  I cannot mimic such a color.  Mixed in with the blue white lightning that dances across such beautiful storm blues. It then creates a sense of omniscient oncoming fury mixed in with a calm soothing color that then combines a certain aspect of not being able to control such chaotic beauty. You just have to let the storm pass.  We all just need to let the storm pass.