Pirouettes in Blue

Two doves dance in the sky

Indigo coveting their beaks and hallowed chests.

They circle each other

Hovering in the space between pristine blue waters and cyan sky.

Three more birds,

smaller, more precious

Join the ambrosial dance of love.

Beneath wings,

Shadows swim in the ocean consuming its lovers.

The seas encompass all horizons.

Earth contains seventy-one percent water

And seventy-one percent love.

Love liberates their shackled souls.

Emotions spill from encrusted red depths to cerulean skies.

Waves descend from compassion

To form spindrift from white peace.

Their love is blue.

The blue murmurations of the ocean

And the sky above.

The ultramarine of grieving clouds

From where teardrops tumble from puffed white cotton ball chests.

The azure of a shadow

Skimming the expanse of the sea.

The doves pirouette in ecstasy.

Nothing suspends them but the strength of their own wings.

Love fills the spaces in between blues

And the pauses between infinity.