I once knew a lady who only wore blue
Blue nails, blue hair, blue through and through.
Her pale skin almost appeared blue too.
I was deadly curious as to why.
Day after day I passed her by.
Until one day I had to try:
“Why? Why do you wear blue fair lady?”
She paused, blinked and winked.
“Why must you know?”
“Why is the sun, why is the snow?”
My face fell in dismay.
I almost continued on my way.
When-
The lady in blue flew in front of me.
Luminous blue contacts were all I could see.
What happened next left me vexed and perplexed.
Up in a flare, she declared:
“Blue as the sky.”
“Blue as a saddened sigh.”
“Blue as my bleak tomorrow.”
“Blue as the oceans of sorrow.”
“Blue as unavoidable pains.”
“Blue as the blood in my veins.”
She calmed down, but still wore a frown.
“I choose my mission long, long ago...”
“I am determined to wear the colour of woe.”
I clasp my hands, as I began to understand –
She shook her head and said:
“I mourn for every teardrop shed.”
“I mourn for every child unfed.”
“I am here to remind your kind;
the lucky ones who can have fun.”
“Without me, you would have none.”
“I am the sadness you avoid.”
“I am the unhappy void.”
I paused, and gave a solemn applause.
Though I asked her to stay, she continued along her way.
I will never forget that day.
The day when she told me why.
Why she wore the blue of the sky.
Why she wore the blue of a saddened sigh.
(c) 2006