ultraviolet (AABA)

the golden cast on older days

the rose tint on your lens today

the bright spot of a hazy future

the blue skies of come-what-may

the greener grass of the other side

the foggy gray no-space of your insides

the television static always in the dark

the purple spots when you squeeze shut your eyes

the sunshine of the one you love

the shadows cast by absence above

the apple of your eye, core and all

the wreckage inside when push comes to shove

the silver linings that start to shine through

they’ll warm to gold like most olden days do

they’ll be the light you once couldn’t make out

but oh, the dull present, and oh, how time flew

bluesy