Blue, Though

When I see the clues

To the puzzle of

All of the few blues,

I just look above.

Refracted light is

What makes skies so blue.

But what makes Sky think

About the new hue

That’s like a pen’s ink?

The indigo scene

Paints thoughts on the mind.

As paint coats a screen,

There is time to find.

Within the self there

Is a bluish sense

That takes the new air

And makes all else dense.

This bit of the blue

Is like bursts of light.

When using this hue,

There is a real might.

It takes the cool truth

For blues to be used

From life’s cozy booth

Once this color’s oozed.

Blues, though is a real

Take on making some

Awesome color wheel

the best yet to come.