Colorful
I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire
curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight,
as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher,
candles of love rekindle through moonlight.
Polychromatic phosphenes burn so bright.
Twin flames of technicolor fiesta,
paint dusky horizons from stellar heights
when blood rose within lies in siesta.
Aureolin strokes of firm faith transpire,
thawing blue icicles on frosty thorns
Tossing pastel petals dipped in despair.
Yet, stars above the raven valley mourn,
sprinkling pixie dust upon mellow horns,
Hoping someday there'll be no unseen tears
Pushing soulmates to the pyre in forlorn.
We rewrite neon swan-songs with no fears
Perhaps, black is the synonym of love,
woven to the silver wings of midnight.
|