Years ago, we would lie together in our bed of grass, staring at the sky.
A gentle blue, calming and free.
It was a blue that we cherished, a blue we could dive deep in.
We drowned our troubles in that blue, we smiled as we forgot.
That was when we were young and scared.
We knew we were naïve, but we were naïve together.
We descended carelessly, sharing our precious oxygen.
Now we lie here, at the bottom of the blue, staring into darkness.
We died in our dreams, and when we awoke, it was a colorless world.
A newspaper life, black shadows and white lights.
It was then I heard it.
A voice of great sadness, of melancholy and regret.
From the same sky we reached for, I heard it.
It was blue.