The sun sets red with rage

White clouds float by

Like high cotton

Blank as an empty page

Blue is a color buried

Not forgotten

Sweet as mother's milk

And clear as the wind

Wrap the dead in a pleat of silk

Blue is the color to be buried in

When you left

Leaving nothing behind

There's no one to blame

No criminal no crime

You can report a missing person

But not a stolen heart

And i'm missing a person

To whom stealing was an art

The painting's complete

The brush strokes dry

I hear a band playing

A bent note or two

I guess someone died

And just wants to be

Buried in blue