Analysis of A lost shade of Blue

I just might could be a lost shade of blue,
fading and beautifully elusive as you.
I once saw a speck of the shade in your eyes,
Perhaps the same shade of the tears I can’t cry.

Maybe I’ll find it on a day like today,
before all the other blues tuck it away.
Their jealousy peaked by how rare and so true
its facet is simply so perfectly blue.

At dawn when the bird serenades towards the sky,
is she singing of blue or how far she can fly?
A blue that hides every while in the rays of the sun
and there, in a sunset, starts coming undone.

There once was a petal so blissfully blue
of a wildflower I saw when walking with you.
It was as though God plucked that shade from the sky
and planted it there, for you and I to pass by.

A blue that’s not always the sort sight sweetly steals,
this blue manifests in a way that you feel,
just as whispering goodbye to the one that you love
or as asking for peace from the heavens above.

When vast blues start falling asleep in the sky
that’s when, for a moment, this one comes alive.
A blue that vividly drowns in the darkness of night
and breathes in the halo of each starry light.

So when I become lost and elusive at times,
it’s as though I’m emitting this blue from inside
and maybe, if God made it only for you,
Then, I just might could be your lost shade of blue.