My sister said the sky's reflection

Dim lights glide across the pale blue wall

sleepy sighs and

Why Is The Ocean Blue?

“The sky’s reflection,” you whispered

and I nodded like I understood 

in the morning I’d wake with your fingers tangled in my hair

and watch you breathe softly

still caught in sleep’s transient glow.

I scarcely see that red wall now,

that wall that sees different lights,

hears different sleepy sighs.

I know you meant well, but

The Ocean Isn’t Blue. It’s not.

It’s stormy and melancholy and 

sometimes

I’d like to lie beneath its waves,

watch the light dim from beneath the glassy surface,

close my eyes and pretend that when I open them:

You’ll be lying next to me

fingers tangled in my hair

and I’ll watch you breathe softly,

still caught in sleep’s transient glow.

close my eyes and pretend that when I open them:

The Ocean Is Blue.


Rose Solomond is a writer from Western Pennsylvania and there are few things she enjoys more than books, tea, strawberries, and stargazing.