Reflections

I slip into the deep blue of silent whispers of fading words
Moments pass and the smile echoes the gentle voice, now stilled
The uttered expression fades into drifting thoughts and quiet understanding
And the intense blue holds me captivated.
The silence presses on, soothing and warm like an old blanket
You are as I see you, without a soul; just words
And the icy blue reflects the coldness within my own heart
I am without my blanket of understanding as the madness rushes on.
The drifting thoughts are like crashing waves leaving their salty bitterness upon my tongue.
As I watch with trepidation, the chilling blueness smolders, fading to Grey
And the silent whispers are of unspoken cries for help within the chaos.