Remember-
Under the light of dusk,
when our eyes are quiet;
wordless, we watched
pink crests crowning purple clouds
passing by on the pale canvas sky...
Grey grabs all with its notes
taking the lead
.
“I want to see a new color,” she said-
I remember, “but there
are none left.”
Instead
Imagine a new blend, a color made from none of these
I pretend it cannot be seen, but better felt-
inside closed eyes
inside closed eyes
like blue
or a red
Aura
Aura
“A new hue,
another shade made of you.”
“I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror,”
she confessed.
she confessed.
You ripen while you rest.
And thus this innocent request
was bestowed.
A complimentary color,
a gradual gradient
evaporated and echoing
the tone of dawn
a gradual gradient
evaporated and echoing
the tone of dawn
a radiant hinge on the fringe
of the rainbows wheel
angles ajar
prismatic and enigmatic.
of the rainbows wheel
angles ajar
prismatic and enigmatic.
Image By Anonymous [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Flammarion Woodcut, c. 1888.