I'm awakened and renewed.
A sea of new colors
To cover up the blue.
In this time as I
Await for my life.
Every step is heavy,
Every breath is light.
So I rise up ready,
To start the new day,
My melody is kept,
Forever on replay.
I gaze towards the day
Standing right before me
Another blue chapter,
The pages of my story.
The pages of my book,
Spine worn and cracked.
The sheets colored blue.
And ink colored black.
The pages worth a pity,
Though words are of beauty.
Onlookers pass a glance,
And readers see right through me.
Blue remains the color,
The wavelength of my soul.
Vibrating through my veins,
To warm it from the cold.
Light in the morning,
Like the color of the sky,
And the boldest of blue,
As the night sweeps by.
What am I to do,
When they ask how I am?
I reply that I am fine-
I remain an honest man.
A cracked, broken soul,
Old as the tallest tree,
Resides in my own hands,
Resides inside of me.
But God gave me the strength,
And I hold it as my treasure,
To carry this old soul,
As blue becomes my pleasure.
Old, blue, renewed,
Carried within my hands.
Old, New, and Blue,
As it is in God's plan.
-miguel
