Very Very Blue.

Sometimes I allowed like snow on the pine
the heavy in life, to the heart compound.

My mind knows the choices, my heart
questions well which doorway is
heaven, which doorway is hell.

Taller and taller the trees grow
and like the story, another
chapter to go.

I think I can do it, surely I'll try,
as you put the blue all through
the sky.

Somethings don't matter, like
the day of the year, the sunlight
I vision is always here.

You gave it to me, not long ago
and forever I feel the warmth
in me grow.