Colors
I fall asleep.
I see wondrous clouds
with wondrous colors-
the lightest pink
like the slightest blush
that flushes
one's cheeks.
a lavender
that seems to be far, far away
dreamy, pensive.
a gentle, airy blue,
the loveliest yellow hue
all blending together
like one.
those clouds are of the softest colors-
They are of the softest colors.
Pale
You could hardly
distinguish
Her outline
Pale Pink lipstick
Grounded
Her charms
Her hair a whispy flow
Of light Gold
She was like the Fey
Almost detectable
A hint
An illusion
In light blue gauze
Spun...into being
By a heartbeat
Carrying a bouquet
Of crocus and lilac
That fell out of her hand
One by One
Leaving a scented trail
A wash of colours
A pallet of colours wash over me.
Mixed with a pure white, a whiteness, a void of what I think happens after death.
A swirl of pastel colours filter through me.
A fiery red explodes inside me.
A soothing blue calms me down.
A sun shine yellow flowers like a sunflower and spreads a smile across my face.
A midnight blue spreads across my mind, creates a darkness and makes me feel alone.
Lavender sheets upon my bed offer an escape into my dreams. Dreams full of adventure, love and worries.
Beige represents my need to act normal, not stand out, just be beige.
A baby pink offers a reassuring smile from a loved one.
A earthy brown grounds me and nature hugs me tight.