Mystic Blue

Mystic blue is the color of the night sky
And the smell of rain.
It is the color deep within
Behind the eyes and flowing winds.
It is the color of unwhispered words
Of the way I feel about all things.
It is the color of the blue in a fires flame.
The sound that the wolves make
when the pack has united.
It is the way the cool wind comes from
The forest where the trees stand in welcome.
It is the way a heart is felt
When a hug has met its warm embrace.
It is the color of a tear drop
And the depths that draw beyond a laughter.
It is the way I feel, mystic blue,
When freedom has taken wing
And allowed me those graces
I am home again.

-Unknown Author