Colour Blind

I don't see the colour of your skin.

I see
the colour of your heart.

Is it dark and putrid or
is it the color of a soft and lilting tune?
Is it filled with warm tones,
or cold?
Hues of ice and snow,
or gold?

Do you give or take?
Do you love or hate?

I don't see race or faith,
I just see you-
your energy, your words, your actions.

I see you; I just simply
see you.

I Have All Kinds of Words

...that I can express
poetically,
or pathetically,
or with apathy.

Which of these would you like?

Gentle giant.
I sit in the oasis of your shade.
I peel your bark, and
it is like skin.
Transparent.
I rub your skin between my fingertips and feel calm;
I feel your energy.  
You are a healing tree.
When I sit in your shade,
I feel peace and contentment.
However, your song is one of despair,
and so sometimes,
when I sit beneath your limbs,
I lament.
I hurt and I feel
for all things that have passed.