I had lived by the sea for quite some years far away from trees
The sight was stunning for the first ten, but grew dimmer through the years
The sand, the rocks, the waves, and wind were beautiful to me
But in the end the solid blue would bring me to sullen tears
The specifics i choose not to conjure for fright of hurt and pain
But the color i had once beloved now reeked of unhappy news
I opted instead to move ahead and escape my estate to one less stained
Somewhere i could lick my wounds and escape from the solid blue
I found a cottage far away with forests and mountains
Much more of a nurturing place that did not remind me of you
There is still the blue of the wind, but with a palate of many, many more
So many colors that they have lifted away my mood of blue
