I had a dream about blue.
The whitest darkest blue, mirroring an ocean in the day
with puddles reflecting a liquid moon in the night.
This blue is the sky,
an azure cloth warming liquid fingers
that reach into the windows of our soul.
I see blue in a larimar ring
dangling on the finger of creativity
with the anticipation of just being.
I see blue connecting us together.
I hear the sounds of their echo,
I taste the smells of their breeze.
The canvas, the instrument and the voice.
Blue is the backdrop, and the beginning.
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(The ARC has a soundtrack.)