Blue is the color

Of lingering Memories,

And of the last dregs of blueberry wine,

The bittersweet swirling on your tongue,

Of half-forgotten things

And songs unsung,

Of memories long-lost;

It’s the color of time, and the tide,

The hue of first love,

The shade that tints our memory

Of those dearly departed,

The shadow and the stain

That spills,

Ink-like,

Into a dream

Of long, long ago.