Blues & blue (Poem)

I spend my days of blues,

Alone under the sky so blue,

Even the sky seemed to be in  its blues,

Bleak and blue and no clouds flew.

And  then came the one in blue,

With hands and a panting heart,

To share my blues under the sky so blue.

The hand's touch blew the blues,

away from me without a clue.

The sky too appeared so bright and blue,

with clouds that flew over it's blue.