Her soul is blue
Though you’d never know it
She keeps it hidden in her secret place
Away from those who are undeserving.
She may paint it black or red with rage
For awhile and at times
It may appear yellow or green.
You may want it pink or purple
But souls don’t care want we want.
I saw it though, when she first was born
She opened her eyes and her soul is blue.
Blue like the autumns sky
Blue like my mothers eyes
Blue like a robins egg
Blue as the trees shadow in the snow.