A Poem For Andrea Hamilton - On Blue Poem by Nico Kos Earle

Go to the very edge of things,
To where the day cedes
To night, as the sun
Slips behind a line
That exists only between
The ceaseless beat of waves,
And the stillness of heaven;
You will see
That the truth is blue.
Held in a stone, clear as the sky,
Like a river that runs through
Everything, is a colour
That is - almost - impossible to grasp.
Until one day, hands interlaced
In prayer, you bring it up
Like a fountain, into the light.
Pure as the Kashmir Sapphire,
The soul's apophthegm.