Dreams Of Blue

What is everything I see?
Will it be the end of me?
I dream the dreams of Blue;
To never bid adieu
To the Blue I feel,
As a fish on a reel.
Pulled forth yet grasping back
To redeem all that lacks.
Lights dim behind eyes,
All due to that prize,
Proved spurious by coming blaze;
Caution not yet raised.
Things done in hope so blind
Are bright and grim entwined
Always is this steady stream.
Blue is the dream I dream.