Blue

I wandered through dark streets all my life, not knowing where to turn. I sometimes turned left and sometimes right but nothing was quite true. The pale streets were not enough to make me smile. The gray sky was all I had. I was blind and naïve following a path I was unsure of. My world was black and white and my heart had no color. Days grew old and bland, until that day when I stumbled upon a rock. I picked it up; it was made out of blue dust. Yes, blue… I had found you and now my heart is blue.