Communicating Authentically

In the blue world of twilight
she tucked me under
a blue-flowered comforter
and I sat in the pale blue hue
of a black and white TV screen
but outside in the world
a blue light shone
on a brass saxophone
playing Ellington’s Mood Indigo
and the hyacinth spread
its sweet perfume
and it floated above
like Marc Chagall’s lovers
in a deep blue sky
and I closed my blue eyes
to the twilight lullaby
and the moonlit blue of the night.