This poem is for you…

I can not think of you. You will not give me the colored words of wisdom I have longed to hear. The sky is blue, and the clouds are white, and the trees are green. So simple, too plain. I want to write what my mind wants to say, I want to say what my mind wants to write. I want to write how the surfers lingered in the sea today like vultures, waiting to take their next gulp of a wave. I want to write a poem I saw in the sand today. I lost my thoughts when the crab lost its shell. This is not a poem.