Tender Blue

Softly, it moves through the heart,
Fingers, delicate yet heavy in their touch.
It draws and pulls,
That lake before the sea.

Echoes ebb and flood,
Ghosts that walk the veil,
Each step evokes a different shade.

With tiny feet they climb
The ladder of the soul.
Those feelings
Long forgotten.

Weight is there, and
It hangs heavy on the string.

The tip-tap-tip of life moves on.
The colour lives,
Holding the depths, where memory lies.

Tender blue, tender blue.