Rose Quartz Turning to Glass - maudlin of the Well

Fade

From the shade that you see

Every morning, every noon

It’s the color of this room

Even with your eye unclear

There’s some king of azure dust on your pillow

Clouds

Are painted on in difference

A worn signpost for your dreamflight

It’s all about atmosphere

There’s some king of azure dust on your pillow

My secluded focus on trading shapes

My elusive purpose holds its hiding place

Drowsy missive underneath the painted May

I missed the room change color