Blue [the Chronicling of an Era]

Section V [Aura Bleeding]

We all have a color that we radiate

I see your aura through bent eyes

Not fully blue, not fully green

It's a good aura, one to be proud of

This it where it get interesting

As we all have our own color

When we are close enough to feel

The heat from the others skin

The shaking of the others nerves

The tremor of the others breath

Our colors blend and make a new

Hopefully more beautiful shade

Each and every time this occurs

We take a little essence for ourselves

Shifting our color towards the selected

Carrying around the past in the mist surrounding

It is when they get mixed too much

Or a chemical burns and darkens the tone

That they will turn gray and lose vibrancy

This is when we must visit the falls

Allow the chill water run beneath the chaos

Still the flashes of yester linger

Never fully rid of their holds on us

The way our fingertips and lips

Burned orange as we embraced

The way our pale skin glowed

A tangible blue, from the moon

The way each every lightning strike

Lit up your face and illuminated your eyes

All the ways, everything was perfect

That night…

Your color shall linger in my aura

Now more blue than it was

Now more green than before

Still a shade of purple

Where I started this journey

But you are noticeably here