Like the color of water
I'd heard so many answers before I usually tuned them out, but for some reason hers stuck in my mind.
Because there is only one color that creates peace and panic as well.
How many had I heard answer with the same words? How many had ever considered the answer more than a simple verbalization?
The color you associate with the cold, yet smile when it stares down at you on a windy spring day.
Her choice wasn't atypical.
Blue was in fact the most common color chosen, but I had never heard anyone speak so passionately about why.
They never seemed to care.
When I was a small girl I visited the sea.
I remember the lapping waves nipping at my pink ankles.
The water never looked blue there.
I wondered from where this wisdom came.
She didn't appear sagely.
DocileShe didn't show the spark of insight
Mother always explained the water was blue because of the sky.
I remember arguing it was the other way around.
The sky so loved the water that it took on its likeness
I nodded and smiled.Her choice would be easy to fulfill but hard to forget.
She humored me I think.
That was alright.
I knew the truth regardless.
In the end we all want peace, I saw so many pass by who failed to find it.
Shall I go now?
I knew I had found her too late, or had she found me?
In the end we want more than peace it seems.We also want companionship.
Will I remember?
Will I know anything?
Will I recall all I experienced?
So I looked down upon her prostrate form and smiled.
It was a smile she could never truly see.
She offered her freely and I took it.
In my firm grip, we walked through the door.
Then I bid her farewell and returned to my horse.
A pale white mare who waited patiently for this short eternity to pass.