But it’s blue, and convincing;
the kind of hue that makes you wish to sing!
It could’ve stopped, and exploded, then thawed–
Like nothing but the milliseconds we were pulled apart.
Lavender clouds, nickel moon, black hawks
Eyes set on the skyline
Two persons missing old, compelling talks,
and a shattered glass of wine.
But it’s yellow, and powerful;
only thing is I wish it had a soul.