Azzuro

Darling, you came out of the blue with your True Hue ribbon of honour and courage like a Breton revolutionary force breathing life back where was gone, swamped by blues. Your Air Force eyes twinkling like lapis lazuli under the waxing moon and I want to jump into the blue, bathed in a new aura of spirituality, dancing on the Blue Ray of will power in your midnight, navy, cornflower world. Nights at the Blue Pig where the lucky wedding adornment showed their love after years lost to mourning a friendship hurt by blue language and sadness. I'm walking back on the sapphire pavement twisting the threads of blue, always reminded of you. Van Gogh's Irises grow freely their reassurance in this complex world bringing calm and a hint of woadish mystery and excitement. The delight as real as discovering a Robin's blue egg shell in the garden.