If death were the color blue,

—The sky would be a graveyard.

The ocean, too.

But if the sky harbored death,

—It wouldn't seem so glum.

In fact, we'd smile when our loved ones left.

I imagine they would all be angels, flying above.

—Or mermaids swimming in the ocean.

I would play with them, never getting enough.

I would wish my day to come,

For death would be a celebration—

A passing of life, only to have begun,

And a tale for future generations.

—But death is morose,

Shrouded with trepidation,

Cruel satire from God—cast on but a few.

For you to breathe life again,

I'd do anything!

—If only death were blue.