Eyes open and we are cradled in blue,
baby blue crumples hold us abreast,
and as the light reflects a thousand times
against sterile walls into our eyes,
all we see is blue

Eyes opened and we are bathed in blue,
the same sky but different stars,
some toil beneath unyielding blue,
some keep awake in midnight blue,
some sway to the rhythm of sea blues,
never the same time, always the same blue

Eyes close and we are cradled in blue,
the navy of grief and the cobalt of loss
colour my cheeks even in death, blue
is all around me, when my eyes do close
i see not black but a hue of rue

Eyes closed and we are bathed in blue
flames that are gentler than we think,
because they whisper and tell me that
I am safe in the certainty of what I will see,
what I will see when my eyes open again.