Beyond Blue

Eyes of blue, depths unlike the ocean’s waves;

But I am borne of earth, not from the sea.

Great love inspired by summer’s endless days;

Storm-chased prairie skies gave birth to me.

Where lightning strikes and thunder rolls

Gather close and witness Nature's truest form.

Dark looming shadows over hills of gold,

My eyes are lightning, cloud, and storm.

I am the Immigrant, working stolen promised ground.

I am the Original, chased from native sacred land.

Two worlds collided; genes twisted round

By Fate, it seems, her outstretched hand.

Recessive genes grew eyes this hue

Like storming skies, the deepest blue.





Inspired by a poem my mother wrote. An ode to the gorgeous skies of the Canadian prairies, where I was born and raised, and to my lineage of both European immigrants and native Métis.