Blue Poem by Alc Harris

I accept
that nuts and bolts
jar and grind
peace is just a state of mind
to sit and stare at
from afar

I accept
that rain clouds
seldom pause
to give meaning to lost cause
effect is often that
which is recalled

so I sit
here on the floor
next to you
wondering at what you do
wondering why
you turn away

and I accept
that blue is your new grey
even if blue reminds me of the day
I saw your clouds
as heavens ray