Many More Blue Skies
Down, down, into the sea,
Someone’s pulling me in
Taking me more deeper,
To a world called underwater.
It’s not hard to breathe anymore,
The sea, she isn’t salty or sore
Her whispers seem like an enchanting wine,
Yes, she is divine.
Taking me to the deepest depth,
She has found her place in my breath
Caressed by her mighty tides,
It’s time to explore many more blue skies.
I am not afraid of my life anymore,
For she won’t let me to get back to the shore
Now it’s time to discover the skies underneath,
Many more blue skies waiting just for me.
Rainbow Across The Sea
Like a lover's heart,
red and pulsating,
and the rainbow,
opposite of depth,
shines it's faint red across waters.
Envious of a friend's success,
green calls its mighty name,
and the rainbow hangs in the sky,
envious of nothing,
other than it will soon fade away.
Yellow bright or deep,
perhaps a coward in our midst,
and the rainbow's yellow,
shines through sunlight,
fixing its way toward sleep.
Blue, the color of hope or sadness,
one a godsend, the other, hopelessness,
and the rainbow's blue,
becomes the centerpice of magic,
that nature give us this magical wonder.
Colors of the rainbow,
colors of the mind,
colors of the heart,
they all meld into one.
and i was in love with .grey.
it was grey to begin with
graceful gradients of grey
cooing like a dove
peaceful and smooth and even and calm
and i was in love with grey
til you showed up with your colors
rose` pinks and golds and greens and blues
tints and tones, tinges and hues
bursting in like music, like a symphony of light
and i was in love with color
the rain, it fell, like it always did
clear and calming and cold
i noticed its magic for the first time
secrets that held from stories of old
what color is the rain?
and the clouds and wind, they
whispered sweet songs of
patience and time without color,
for it is easy to love in the dark
but beautiful to share love with another
and the moment you stepped
foot into my life, I
saw the colors and knew
they splashed through my waters
and sparkled with the beauty of you
shades of blushing crepe pink erupted
from the rosy apples of your cheeks and
i learned that pink is loveliness
and i was in love with pink
shards of piercing cerulean neptune shone in
the vast, electric ocean-passion that is your celestial eyes and
i knew that blue, blue is my heaven
and i was in love with blue
tints of lustery, aeneous gold and sage and emerald green trickled from
your laughter, deep and warm and earthy, and
i decided that green is home
and i was in love with green
beams of sepia-washed sunshine dripped off
your adoring fingers, brushing against me in
creamy honeys and lemons and tuscan suns and xanthic love
i felt that yellow is joy
and i was in love with yellow
embers of sparking, fiery cherry wine spread from
your heart to mine, in deep consuming flames of crimson
the sweet, scarlet burning of longing engulfed me
i discovered that red is passion
and i was in love with red
the colors grew and expanded with my
love for you. colors i could not name
with our love, they grew brighter
and i was in love just the same
i loved and lived within your shades and tints and hues and tones
i breathed until your colors left. with you.
you took them all. you stripped all the rainbows we’d sewn.
a shadow, a phantom of colors that used to be, empty to never be whole
a shell of a canvas. lost in black and grey and white
and i was in love with colors you stole
i sink in washes of my grey, a ghost in murky smoke
dwell in cinders of charcoal tinctures. ash and mist, i have forgotten the colors.
the ones that rose in light when you spoke.
drowned back into the same dimness of
me before you.
and i was in love with a memory
and so. it was grey to begin with
graceful gradients of grey
steadfast and timeless and passionless
in this silvery shade it will stay
deep calls to deep. echoes reverbrate beautiful hues
of a volcano’s afterglow, the calm before a sea-born storm, the tears for stolen sorrows
far from the memory, fallen in my thundery clouds
that cling to the colors of you
stand in my fallen shades, watch yours decay
grey it began. and so it remains.
and i was in love with grey.
twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes
i think my mind sometimes goes colour blind
and the world is a somber grey
like the day before rain
or curls of smoke from ashtrays
so i try to make up for it by covering
my bare walls with every shade
every piece of the rainbow
so that maybe when the Sun rises
and spills through the curtains
the rays will catch the colour
and sent it careening into the clouds
in a glorious crescent
and my eyes will once again
title inspired by a lyric from the TØP song "Holding On To You"
To touch it brings a smile
to be touched ignites joy!
It's rarely white, nor truest black-
Purest tones are seldom seen-
a myriad of shades are in between.
Cream and mocha, tan and gold,
Reddish brown and beige and amber!
Darkish, lightish, dusky, pale...
Each one beautiful.
Each one warm.
Infinite shades of human.
i close my eyes and see the colors-
red and blue and purple and green and orange and yellow and pink
blooming like flowers, petals extending
bleeding in the sky
washing into the rivers
swirling, combining, separating
and then my eyelashes flutter again
and i am left with
I close my eyes
and in the depths of ink
behind my eyelids
I can somehow still see colour.
a macrocosm of
Yet exploding into
and further still-
behind my face and above my throat
are illuminated in more hues
than I could ever see
with my bare eyes
in the daylight
There is an entire galaxy
inside our minds
and it is erupting in light
They splattered her in paint,
marbled patterns of colour
dripping and mixing down her arms;
oozing and pooling at the nape of her neck;
leaking from the corners of her eyes.
They covered her eyelids in paint
until she saw only rainbows.
So every time she thought of purple,
she wondered if she'd really thought of it at all,
or if the paint
congealing on her skin
was all she'd seen.
did i tell you
were a part of your amaranth sky,
a long way back...
when the oceans were still full of hues
and not undercurrents of miserable plastic,
just like your plastic thoughts,
sinking deep under my skin
spreading like a transparent infection,
inflicting invisible pain?
no blood flowed
so you never saw red spilling out of my hands when I wrote.
each letter took one of my blue cells
and morphed it into memory.
your eyes were teal
with a hint of celeste
and i was innocent to believe
i’d heal in your poison tinged vision.
you made me see stars that never were
and when you went away
there was a void in my reality,
a palette of midnight blue
and pale phosphorescence,
with whispers of an indigo crack.
Even in the blackest night, I have my colors. As long as I have words, I have my colors.
A is of a deepest red, bordering on maroon.
B plays hurricane, storm grey slate, and murky blue.
C is citrus, think of an unripened orange.
D captures ocean dark, navy with silver and shifting grey.
E is grass green bright, with sunlight shining through.
F is olive, plain and pure, with glints of morning dew.
G is grey-blue, like a just-after-sunset sky.
H is wet pavement, somehow the brightest of them all.
I is pale, streaking yellow and lime, opalescent.
J comes with memories, tawny and spices and caramel, recalling a theater stage.
K is fir green, mountain forest, bright and lively.
L is butter, smooth and cream, sleep-soft, quiet dream.
M is magenta, always will be, with red blue and green mixing to a sheen.
N is firetruck, clear and sharp, and firework bold.
O is almost colorless, with the palest of yellows and the palest of greens.
P is the color of freshly baked bread, rich and honey and wood.
Q is snow and orchids and a dusting of green and gold.
R belongs to royalty, vivid purple, deepest violet.
S is mint and cilantro, light and brass and kind.
T declares deserts, and Jupiter's bands.
U is tender, all flour and orange zest.
V is lavender sprigs, gentle galaxy.
W is strict indigo, washing soft like rainclouds.
X is seaweed, murky green brushed with pitch.
Y cries sunset, melting down into deep orange.
Z is dripping red, deepest secret scarlet.
I have my colors always, even in the blackest night.
As long as I have words
I have my colors.