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