Deep Blue Poem by Denise Landau

Deep Blue


Morning or evening, the sky is white
Against the distant trees.
The deepest place, the soul of it,
Lies further upward
Where the sun shines warmest,
Dark and blue against the clouds.

Troubled rains, stormy disaster
May cover it for a time
But it is always there,
Waiting to be found again,
In the path of the sun,
When the time is true.

My love for you,
My most inward pain,
My deepest blue
Waits for you.
Always. Like the sky above.