Jan 21
Blue
Blue and the smell of wild flowers
White on the waves and the sun overhead
Can this be, for someone like me, a reality?
Then you realize you are dead
Lilacs and rose petals in your hair
Tangerine dreams and a sweet tomorrow
Can this wonder be for me?
Until you remember the sorrow
Archaic splendor and gilded terraces
Smiles for miles and glad you’re here
It all seems so wonderful
There’s a quake and then the fear
You’re all shattered and it all mattered
Then there was just blue and what’s left of you