The quietest beginning
is shaded in deep marine—
a silent cobalt promise
before the riot of the sun.
This is the moment the slate
is scrubbed perfectly clean.

The blueprint is the deepest blue:
A cool intention, unmarred and clean.
Before the foundation shifts,
Before the hammer finds the wall,
There is only the cyan promise
Of what has yet to be built at all.

The sharpest blue is not the sea,
But the edge of dawn, before the heat.
It means the slate is wiped away,
A cold, clean promise for the day.
The start is always this intense,
A brilliant, beautiful consequence.