Blue as the crystal water in the warm sticky lake.
More serene than the chirping I hear when I wake.
Blue as the sky on a cloudless summer day.
Like the one I recall the day your hope ran away.
Blue as the steel in your cold teary eyes.
The girl I once knew, just a walking disguise.
Blue as the reflection of when you changed and grew.
Seeing the revelation of all you pursue,
Is by far the most vibrant blue.