Existence Of Blue

The sky is there
and in my mind.
The air is blue
to all mankind.
The blueness touches me inside,
and when I close my eyes it hides,
but not so much,
not forever;
so me and blueness live together,
as destined twins that touch the mirror,
but can never fully see,
or ever fully know each other.

The sky was always in my mind,
my mind was always here to think.
In timeless pureness both exist,
as much as I do, writing this.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.