Context is everything
The colour of love can be so blue
Sometimes it snows in April and the colour is purple
The past is not present, then it's past again, then it comes back
Time is a wheel, spinning 'round
I search for something to hold on to, that I can trust
A sound shooting into me, feeling me, becoming me
The warm Summer that eventually turns cold
When you withdraw
Leaving me alone with the Autumn stone
Ruby turns Winter black
The clouds move slowly
Dissolves at last and they leave a tip of blue
The warm and soothing blue of Spring
