Onyx

Could never learn to read the map of my mind without a lesson;
I flew into the mouth of the river and drowned one day,
Found it easier to grow gills and inhale water for support.
Lived to see the end and the beginning of cold fronts and statues in rocks,
Facing the winter only better than I had.
And I'm giving up my jacket to the tranquil river tides.
As you can see, I don't need it tonight,
Or the day after the full moon dies but survives.
Come find me, I'm at the surface,
Skipping rocks and mimicking the grace of birds,
Communicating with blinks of eyes in this paradise I never really learned to call home.
I wait for no one,
Clear of expectancy,
Photographing shooting stars as cosmic flies in my mind,
And not like genies of the night.
I am blue
And certainly the brightest type of hue,
Shadowing the trees behind me,
Taking my atmosphere for granted for I've not found you.
And I remain fearless in the wild,
Seeking a friend in justice that my eyes can see again.
That my heart can feel again, and speak
And speak of adventures like those of Kings,
Forever absent here.
Asking my flesh why it sits pale in the sun,
And shining from the light of the stars,
I am blue.
The darkest of the hue.
Sinking to the end.
Beneath the pretty rocks and the sand and the rain.
I am dark,
Much like an onyx stone, but
Able to return.