Wandered, Watched, Thought.

I wandered around the field of blue,
the gentle field of your eyes.
I watched as your soul fell out,
like falling shards of glittered stars.

And as I watched I softly dreamt,
that somehow you could be put back together again.
The stain in your mind could perhaps be cleaned,
if doctors could ever find out what emotions actually mean.

While I have swum in pools of silver spun light,
I don't think I would ever truly make it all alright.
Even though I would spill my life's blood to be there,
and know you once again to whisper little lies of love.