Blue, blue the marble is
Hewn in stone by water underground
This hidden blue, our genesis
That springs and fills the pale abyss
And to the earth the color blue is bound;
Blue, blue the marble is.
But in my hands, it vanishes
The hue of water slips like rings around
This hidden blue, our genesis
In which to see its vastnesses
We must confront the things that still confound;
Blue, blue the marble is.
Though nature has no dye for this
Nor pigment for it in the world is found
This hidden blue, our genesis
In colors still unseen exist
The figments of a fleeting world beyond;
Blue, blue the marble is
This hidden blue, our genesis.