blue

although I must say
the sunset was exquisite that night
as I looked out to the lake,
itself a wistful shade of dusky blue,
the sky matched it perfectly
so that there was no difference
between water and sky
and I could have swam my way
into the clouds
had I been so inclined
the sun was gone then,
leaving only a pink warmth along
the horizon
but the clouds were breathtaking
every pearly, dusky, muted shade of blue
and pink
shaded in with the skillful certainty
of an artist of the highest order
scattered on the canvas in pure Abstract
and you took me out of myself
as I plodded along the sand
flipflops dangling from my fingers
you drew me up into the sky
in graceful meditation
and comforted me one more time
in the thought: if you can make a cloud
into a work of art
how much more will you do with me?