Rose Quartz
     Turning to
   Glass

Fade
From the shade that you see
Every morning, every noon
It’s the color of this room
Even with your eye unclear

There’s some kind of azure dust
on your pillow

Clouds
Are painted on in difference
A worn signpost for your dreamflight
It’s all about atmosphere

There’s some kind of azure dust
on your pillow

My secluded focus on trading shapes
My elusive purpose holds its hiding place
Drowsy missive underneath
the painted May
I missed the room change color