Love is Blue

When blue is not blue anymore
When blue does not know itself
When blue dissipates into red.
When red wears the mask of blue.
When blue seems to stab
Blue knows those spots
Does the mask of blue,
keep the knowledge intact?
Does blue last?
Does red live on?
Will each survive in unison?
Will violet be my song?
Or will I be abandoned in blue?

The language of art uses blue in many forms.
When blue is a Cobalt.
Or when blue is Prussian.
Or when blue is Cerulean.
Maybe the first is easier to get into and more difficult to get out of.
If you were a Cobalt, you could still be a Prussian or a Cerulean.
But what do you do with either of those blues then?
When you are only a Cobalt
Are you 'only' a Cobalt?
When it starts raining and blue is lost.
Hiding under the bed, scared of lightning.
Will blue ever be found?
Can it be found?
Is it alive in the greys and the browns and the yellows?
Does it have to be found?