Camellia

The sky, wildflower blue Same as it was when I met you I'm caught in colors there within I'm sinking softly as a stone, Camellia February bloom, February blood February bloom, February blood Camellia Camellia Seven years to the day I never paint with a color as bold as Crimson petals in the snow I'll always sing for you, my dear Camellia February bloom, February blood February bloom, February blood Camellia Camellia I was while as a cotton sheet In a white room in a white bed And I saw myself in the white lights Dangling there by a small thread Felt the color Drain from me like a river Felt a stillness But I wasn't ready yet So, I said a prayer To the calm blue sky To spare me for Our nameless child Camellia Camellia