He is blue.
He is the soft spray of the ocean and the dangerous waves of a storm.
He is the colour of the daytime and the pitch dark of the night.
He is the cool touch of dipped toes in a pool and the shivers that tremble up your spine.
He is the bluebirds that are secretly black and the blackbirds that are secretly blue, he is their song in the summer air that brings the morning.
He is Midnight and Sapphire and Azure; he is every shade of blue on the inside too, a cold room in a colder house that is being repainted piece by piece.
He will forever be blue, but someday that blue won't turn to ice in his veins...
Someday he will flow like a waterfall into an infinity pool of peace.