there was a shade of blue seen in no eye
no bottle, frame or stroke of oil ******
upon thy mysterious moving canvas—

and though i cannot paint your skies
the exact shade of blue you dreamed of
the kind you yearned for, so much so
a blue so deep it shamed the ocean floor
a blue so bright it left the sun in cowardice
a blue so mixed and right one could look
and almost absorb its sugary sweetness—

a blue to remember
in another day and time—