The Blue Man

Slowely he wanders,
Across my ice-cold brain,
His blue lips move a whisper,
Seem to form a name.

He walks a little further,
Repeating the silent phrase,
His dark eyes, simply staring,
Through confusion's haze.

A shadow flashes across the sky,
Warm sound washes over him,
He fades into the darkness,
That is the last I will see of him.