So I drove home with my treasure, a blue Victorian cup and saucer and resumed painting my landscape.
I was dreaming in blue today. Blue velvet and Black velvet, and so, my colours of the landscape, and suddenly, this song popped inside my head: Bluer than velvet was the night. Wow, It's been a long time since I heard this oldie. This song takes me back to the early sixties when I was a little girl. Music brings back memories. Some music lingers in our heads forever, timeless, waiting for something to bring it back to life. My painting did that to me. WIP
Blue Velvet
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than May, her tender sigh
Love was ours
Ours, a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left gone was the glow of Blue velvet But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm a memory through the years
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears
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