Poetry! That colour of dreams!

A few words and canned screams.

 A blue sun, and a purple sky.

Give me a chance and I will tell you why!

I wonder why you wonder with immaginary blue wonders.

 Poetry is that: a wonder made of salt we tast in our mind!
But never mind, althought a blue flame means a colder fire,

 poetry is not like water: it will never extinguish your internal desire!

And I hope you poetically understood...