Picasso Blue

Picasso blue in the dusk of a song
Reeling softly to a tone lightness
Feeling sweetly the dreams of youth
Aged in the wine of white grapes
Like a trembling willow I bend
There is no tear so sweet no life too long
For longing to cease and desire to flee
I only tremble in the light of the fire within
I always sway to the breeze of your flame
I am blue but not sad it's the blue of the sky