I live in a world of winter snow,
sparkling ice, and frozen ponds.
I like to glide across silver water
turned solid by the chilled air.

The snowflakes make me laugh
as they hit my rosy cheeks and
red-blue nose. I’m shivering
so he’s lending me his sweatshirt.

It’s light blue like the winter sky
and like my last crush’s eyes.
It’s a pretty color of all the things
that I want but cannot keep.

My hands shake as I give it back,
as I look into his earthy brown eyes.
They sparkle like the snow melting
in the bright golden sunlight.

His smile is bright as he stares
at my luminescent face glowing
in the light the blue world behind me
shines on my silver skin.

And here we are talking about
how we like to glide across
silver puddles in our blue shoes
and I notice he radiates a bluish hue.

And I can read it in that silver sparkle
flashing warmly in his chocolate eyes—
he likes me very much and the blueness
of my laugh is very appealing to his blue soul.

It’s a blue that we share now in the silver
snow—our very own shade.
It’s a blue that fades with the rising sun
and the yellow flashes of his sapphire heart.

It’s a blue tear that runs down my pink cheek
at the words written on the screen,
telling me that our perfect shade has died away
and can only be a memory floating in a dried silver puddle.

He’s so blue now and I’m so cold still
but I’m beginning to realize blue is what leaves me frozen
and frozen is not pleasant at all. But now I see there’s something golden
in this spring-time air, something golden in me, a warm gold, a new gold…

And he’s still that same old blue with those same old
yellow twangs. But his silver words no longer bring
a touch of blue to my trembling lips.
I close my eyes to greet a world of golden glitter.

And now I know blue is a color of false hope
that tends to melt away with the silver puddles
and glistening white snow. But gold does not melt
in the heat; it is the heat.

Gold is a promise. A warm stroke on my pale arms
bringing color to my drained face, drying away
the tears of blue love that once streamed down my
face. Gold takes away the snow and leaves me with reality.

A reality of sparkling glitter and heavenly peace,
a reality of warm arms and fulfilled dreams,
a reality to work toward and someday gain,
a reality that is not yet mine but someday will be.

And as I sit here, thinking about my world of gold,
I realize blue was such a pretty color and so was
brown and so was silver. But I cannot hold onto what was never
mine. So with my golden lips I whisper a blue goodbye.