Blue By Joseph Immel (Click here to listen) Your eyes, blue water that invented electricity and summer storms playing at midnight. Your hands, golden sun that harvests the fields of wheat. They touch, and rivers rush toward the ocean. Your voice, making raindrops and wind into currents that carry messages hidden in bottles and hurricane lanterns. Your heart, when the winds are blowing, a hearth of forgiveness, leaping into deserts, making us pour.