Blue for Li (Part II)

So she took fistfuls of the colour

And splashed it all over her Life

Only to watch some of it crumble

While the rest faded to white.

And so she gathered her

Stained hands

And took off the flowers from her hairdo,

She brushed off her temper,

And alighted in desires new.

Now she was aware

Of every little movement of herself

Walking on tiptoes

In dresses new,

She had on a slight tint of beige now,

But somehow, her life was still tainted blue.

And soon as she started looking,

She found the red to her blue,

The white to her black,

The satisfaction to her rue.

And the blue in her life

Turned to royal purple in his crimson.

It washed down her in thick rivers of joy.

And the blue inside her

Seemed almost next to none.

But then suddenly one night,

A night of deep thundering black,

She came home to a void as dark

And perhaps even more so,

Than the melancholy weeping night.

And the blue in her soul

Sprung through the tears on her face,

And she let herself break,

In her dead lover’s embrace.

From that night and so on,

She hated the purple hue,

For not being him,

For not being able to stain off her blue.

And the black night of death,

Soon melted away.

But her blue came back,

And her icy heart would always remain a trace,

Of the hand of crimson caressing blue,

Of the fairytale that never came true.

-V.S.