I am left empty

In a field of Bluebonnets

Whose roots reach for the salt of my eyes.

 

In a field of Bluebonnets 

I lay,

Lay,

Lay.

 

Flowering hues of me turn Blue,

Smearing the sunshine yellow-oranges of my memories of you.

 

Flowering hues of me turn Blue

As I drift away on my bed of bonnets.