What is Left?

And what do I see
When time passes swiftly
And runs out of sand
how to penetrate that dark scary forest
And find my way through the briers,
Reaching out to grasp my skin with sharpest of thorns
And the blue blood comes out red,
The tears appear as transparent water,
And you are gone.
What is left?
What is blue but the sky
And eyes
that have known me
And impossibly loved me
Welcomed me as a foreigner
Not one of his
But embraced as a stranger learning a new language,
Colors which I never knew existed,
Shades waiting for names to define them.
The black lace of trees is
Laid out over the backdrop
Of the horizon.
The blue flames are the hottest
That purify the silver.
And still now
What is left?
But the bluest of eyes
That saw my lonely heart
And pulled me under