Blue:

The sky

Or the sea,

Or the color of infinity.

What do you need me to choose for you?

The calm when you are flying

In the distance of the atmosphere,

Or the dark blue

When you travel so deeply

In the sea of the inside soul,

The religion, Or the secret,

Or the end of the world?

Blue to calm the future,

To wash the sun

From the last mistake

Of the bad doubt.

 

Jamil Molaeb

N. Y. 1987