Blue for Li (Part III)

So once more she gathered up

Her crimson dress

Laced with purple flowers

with her blue stained palms,

And locked it away

Far far away.

Then she noticed,

Other lives flashing by.

Running along the wind

Soaring through the skies.

But they always ended up,

Ended up with a sigh

And a last dying hope,

That never reached the sky.

But she was stagnant.

As placid as a lake

Rejoicing in it’s solitude.

As soothing as the sweep of cold wind

Against a tear stained cheek.

She saw time take it’s toll,

As pink turned to paper white.

Her own eyes,

Once flecked with gold,

Were now an amethyst

With a brown under light.

Now she still wore her flowers

But not on her head

They were laced into her dress

They were wreathed along the hem,

You could even see them blooming

In the abyss of her pearl eyes.

And her long flowing locks

Turned to wisps of silver grey

That glinted in the sun.

But if you looked close enough,

You could see one flower

Braided along, just one.

It was not his crimson,

It was not the pearl of her eyes,

It was not the pink of her teenage,

It was not the black of the night.

It was

A glimpse of her blue.

-V.S.