Blue

We begin each day intent upon our errands and bound upon our deeds, lost to the sky blue expanse
Lost as we pass our day in our built up life’s excuses inside our Ant Hill complex, blind to sky’s blue
Sometimes we stare out of our contrived cage, lost in thought, mesmerized, sunk in blue sky glaze
Drawing the parallel between what we have and what we wish we could attain, lost in blue yonder

I gaze petulant and aware, drawing my conclusion and comparison, seeing, and not, my paid expense
Aware, yet not conscience, of that which I lost, the many things gone, tied to life’s blinding hue
Can it be that I have lost much to gain more, as so often we hear, if I can but comprehend the gaze
My analysis shows my hearts bemused loss was not for my self but for one held dear; still, I ponder.

I find that the noble sacrifice, losing what had been held so dear, tastes of ashes bitter dregs
Longing to slake the terrible thirst left behind from the sackcloth and ash ritual of loss’ grief
I look askance at terrain barren, sullen, devoid of green and life, longing for Oasis palm and pond
Aware the vision swimming before me made real is but the reflection of the dust clogged within

Is there a chance to return, regain what has been lost; my stricken heart in anguish begs
Not to have lost cannot be countenanced for the value achieved, a world to save, one life, my belief
What would you give to keep all from being harmed by the acts of one that holds your familial bond?
Time to move forward from this piece of devastation and anew life’s toils and bargains to begin