Blue for Li (Part I)

True as the earth we live in

There is the story of a girl

With frayed hair of Chinese black

And flecked eyes of silver pearls.

When she was young

She rode the waves

Of life

And whatever she knew

Was all she needed

As she sang and merry lay.

Then she sprouted a temper,

And indignation bloomed through her eyes

Like plumes of smoke that erupted

Until another emotion drunk them dry.

And she started looking in the mirror more

To see if she could add another flower.

Another one,

And another

Until her bouquet ran empty.

But the bloom of the flower

And the fragrance of it’s dew

Passed unnoticed through still emptier souls.

And she had different colours in her hand

There was red,

There was yellow,

There was green too.

But after staring at skies,

And wondering at oceans wide,

She decided she would choose blue.

-V.S.