borrowed blue

I feel as if the ocean mimics the sky,

Yet never gets it.

It steals from the light

whatever semblance of the sky

fell in its trail down to us

And tries to wear its blue

Then it's yellow,

orange, red, and its trembling pink,

then slowly,

in frustration,

at the cracks it cannot mend,

it swallows the light,

deep, deep inside,

where it can not breathe,

where it can not exist...

Yet I fear,

Its beauty, tragically

lies in its admiration,

to whatever is so alive,

if it dared to hug it close,

It would disappear.