Vestige in Blue

Before the light could find my frame, A breath of blue became the air. I waited—not for hope or name— But for a silence I could bear. The self withdrew, then disappeared, No shelter left for soul to keep. All colors fell, as time grew smeared; Just blue remained—too vast, too deep. What burned was not a mortal flame, But thought encased in frost and skin. The world collapsed without a claim, And left a hush that rings within.