buried in blue

the sun sets red with rage

white clouds float by

like high cotton

blank as an empty page

blue is a color buried

not forgotten

sweet as mother's milk

and clear as the wind

wrap the dead in a pleat of silk

blue is the color to be buried in

when you left

leaving nothing behind

there's no one to blame

no criminal

no crime

you can report a missing person

but not a stolen heart

and i'm missing a person

to whom stealing was an art

the painting's complete

the brush strokes dry

i hear a band playing

a bent note or two

i guess someone died

and just wants to be

buried in blue