I loved the sky when it ran bare,
pure blue, no cloud, no end in sight—
a chosen quiet, just the air,
a solitude that felt like right.
The ocean too — that endless hue,
so vast it borders close on fear—
but peace and terror both run through
the quiet of just being here.
And midnight blue was something else,
a dark that swallowed all the light—
the kind of fear that slowly tells
you just how small you are at night.
A lucky star she claimed aloud,
the same one written under mine—
I heard it carry through the crowd
and felt my pulse outrun my stride.
Not even looking — wasn't planned—
a flash of blue I couldn't place,
the kind your heart will understand
before your mind can give it space.
Not sky — too warm. Not midnight's call.
A curiosity inside—
no word I had could hold it all,
my heart ran faster than my pride.
Time dropped its guard and ceased to turn,
each second pausing in its place—
as if the hours stayed to learn
the way the light fell on her face.
And when she wasn't there, time knew—
it stretched each second, thin and long—
as if the hours missed her too
and punished me for where she'd gone.
The sky has worn it like a crown,
the ocean claimed it as its own—
but watching her come walking down
I saw a blue I'd never known.
The sky is vast but has no face
to break its blue with something real—
she wears it with a human grace
that sky and sea can only steal.
She wears it with a living truth—
unmoved by all that shifts below—
and every secret of the blue,
she keeps it like she doesn't know.
That midnight dark, that swallowing space,
that blue so deep it had no floor—
she was the star I chose to chase
and darkness didn't scare me anymore.
And when I finally learned her name,
I knew the shade I'd searched so long—
that blue without a word became
the courage not to just belong.
It wasn't lonely anymore,
that vast expanse, that open hue—
I'd kept it without knowing, for
the moment blue would look like you.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC
I loved the sky when it ran bare,
pure blue, no cloud, no end in sight—
a chosen quiet, just the air,
a solitude that felt like right.
The ocean too — that endless hue,
so vast it borders close on fear—
but peace and terror both run through
the quiet of just being here.
And midnight blue was something else,
a dark that swallowed all the light—
the kind of fear that slowly tells
you just how small you are at night.
A lucky star she claimed aloud,
the same one written under mine—
I heard it carry through the crowd
and felt my pulse outrun my stride.
Not even looking — wasn't planned—
a flash of blue I couldn't place,
the kind your heart will understand
before your mind can give it space.
Not sky — too warm. Not midnight's call.
A curiosity inside—
no word I had could hold it all,
my heart ran faster than my pride.
Time dropped its guard and ceased to turn,
each second pausing in its place—
as if the hours stayed to learn
the way the light fell on her face.
And when she wasn't there, time knew—
it stretched each second, thin and long—
as if the hours missed her too
and punished me for where she'd gone.
The sky has worn it like a crown,
the ocean claimed it as its own—
but watching her come walking down
I saw a blue I'd never known.
The sky is vast but has no face
to break its blue with something real—
she wears it with a human grace
that sky and sea can only steal.
She wears it with a living truth—
unmoved by all that shifts below—
and every secret of the blue,
she keeps it like she doesn't know.
That midnight dark, that swallowing space,
that blue so deep it had no floor—
she was the star I chose to chase
and darkness didn't scare me anymore.
And when I finally learned her name,
I knew the shade I'd searched so long—
that blue without a word became
the courage not to just belong.
It wasn't lonely anymore,
that vast expanse, that open hue—
I'd kept it without knowing, for
the moment blue would look like you.