untitled, but prompted

Apparently misinformed about the rumored   

stuff of dreams: everywhere I inquired,   

I was told look for blue.

Blue, by Carl Phillips

Blue, within the depths of seas that
         reach-
 -and roil,
   and throw their tumultuous 
          tides- High, 
           in desperation for the moon that I-
 Earthbound- forever see reflected within the blue
        tongues of flickering flame that devour the darkened
 blue-veined ebony wood
 That once grew tall, wound with 
                   blue-
                        -tipped 
                                ivy.
 Spreading branches that with every breeze
           seemed to whisper ‘blue’ 
 Beneath a sky scattered with shattered glass-
           jagged edges tinged 
with blue.