Hues

The hues come by, As captured by the eye. Reflected on the ocean blue So dark, the horizon demarcates the view Of the blues and the elements. A distant light shimmers, Seducing the vessel playing To whims of the mighty waves waving. Gusts of wind, however, Have a different plan altogether. As the carrier sways playfully Back and forth to the rhythm Of nature, amidst the disharmony, The focus returns to the light. Solace, it seeks foremost; Before sailing back in the hues again, Before departing off the coast.