Pale Blue.

I stare out at the blue house
As the sunshine pale radiates
Bear branched trees stand proud
There is nothing to hide.
The sky a perfect back drop to this dreary winter day
A shade of gray so delicate like porcelain or clay
Blocking out the sun, draped heavy like the snow.
A mask with perforations, the street basks beneath its glow.
Slick gravel, coated with remains of winter
Squishes under tires, rolling through
Holding strangers heading nowhere
I sit staring, with nothing else to do.
Birds chirp, a conversation
going a mile a minute
A high pitch chatter and an encoded secret.
Skeletons of winter wither
As blue bleeds through the clouds
Gentle winds sway branches
Unashamed and well endowed
I sit here staring out
At the tin roof of the blue house
Reflections in the window
Show nothing but privacy
Mirror the outside
And stare right back at me
Two eyes, take in
What we deem the world
Process, analyse, over obsess
Two eyes take in
What we deem the world
Colored beautiful, an inspiration
Yet how easy it is
To destroy this creation
Paradoxes taunt us from every aspect
Trapped in prisms, so many facets
Take into consideration
We are united by loneliness
Birds chirp, bare branched trees stand tall
The pale sky illuminates ideas
In the form of green
Awed by all this beauty
Enamored with the unseen
An overwhelming power, a yearning to comprehend
An unwritten language to which there is no end
Yet here I sit... Two eyes
Take it all in