The Blue Room

Blue is my crimson chamber,

Akin to my planet’s hue.

Blank white pages cradle the dawn of new life,

Yet first, they must don the cloak of blue.

This blue alone unlocks the gate to eternity.

The empty white canvas heralds the birth of new existence.

To reclaim the past is a futile quest.

Yet, fresh white lines and forms weave a rebirth,

A new world rising from the void.

The Blue Room was painted with white strokes on a blue expanse,

Crafted in acrylic or oil, woven upon the canvas.