Seems some of blue saved,
Is for magical beings.
It's saved for their catching of time.

The hues so cuckholded,
And off-swept by needing,
In their want for describing this kind.

They nuzzle toward greenness,
And luxuriant darkness.
And attempt wrapping around her before flight.

But none known can hold her,
She's beyond such chameleon,
Beyond color,
Beyond label.

She is light.