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