Colors


This is a poem about eternity and colors,
your blue and yellows burn to me.
Your lilac lover turned to see you disappear and turn the key.
I've seen the amber waters wash on opal sands, where violets toss.
But beiges wade, and fade away.
Where olive colored maids will braid
your bangs and tie the ends with jade.
The luminescent moon dancers fight with silver tongues, and dance
across the sapphire lake, where alabaster steeds can run.
And often if the twilight skies, are lenient to prayers,
the gilded lady dressed in satin appears in empty chairs.
Her eyelashes are painted gold that she applies with care,
she weaves it through her hair.
The people here they paint their nails
like teal and orange medallions.
They skip their stones across great lake,
and claim they've never found them.

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