Balcony Blues

nothing but blue
fills my eyes,
as I stand and look out
from a balcony high;
sea and sky
merge into one
misty blue space

of nothingness -
why do I feel
something tug
and give inside?
do I have blue eyes,
or is my heart
painted blue for a while?
or is the world feeling
what I am feeling too?
lost, empty,
desolate and blue?
you are here -
in the balcony
watching with me;
you are here
in the blue sky,
the birds, the trees;
you are here
in the blue sea,
the backwaters, the breeze;
you are here,
and yet I feel
you are not with me.