Shades of Blue
She made a beautiful picture,
As she stood there,
Facing the magnificent blue spread,
An ocean worth of calm.
The blue of her irises reflected,
The blue of the water,
As if joining them,
In one bout of uncontrollable magic.
She stood completely still,
Unaware of the breeze teasing her,
Unaware of the clear sky coaxing her,
Unaware of the curious eyes gazing at her.
The setting sun looked upon her benevolently,
Filling her world with sunny light,
Casting her face into an angelic gold,
Making her an exotic goddess worthy of worship.
But she paid no mind,
To the vast expanse of aqua water,
To the mystic sun or to the endless sky,
Lost in her own maze of thoughts.
The beauty of the external scene,
Was all but lost upon her,
Cause for her, all blue and red could ever mean,
Were the colours of her bruises after Papa made "love" to her.