Blue is water, the ocean, the raindrops, and the waterfalls.
Its the taste of emptiness and yet filling.
It smells like salt, or algae of the freshwater
It makes him feel alive, like a fish in deep waters
Just the sound of a brook makes him smile, because he has secrets I will never hear.
Blue is delicious and relaxing, but sad and intensifying.
Water is his home
And the brook is his voice.
And blue is his personal getaway
The creatures are his being,
And the depths are his fears.
And blue is a color with too many secrets that's worth more than this poem.