Too soon is the blue A darkened shade, bleeding onto dry quills A smooth surface growing rougher with age underneath my fingertips Oh, how I lived for the hope of it all! The life of light used to flicker through my eyes Shining like a thousand stars before smashing into a meteor Corrupting my innocence and influencing my thinking ways into a tumble of red Such a pretty blue Shining through the sky like a million little trumpets, soaring higher and higher Playing their lifting tune
