Yellow comes to mind
When I hear your voice
How it sounds so alive
Midst the dawning day

With eyes like morning sunlit rise
And a squinting glance which cannot stay
You are short and breathy as the mist
Which always tries but cannot reside

And when I wake up you're all of this
Within me and most definitely mine

You are ivory magic without a single tusk taken
Boxes of fun without a single gift opened
More gold than any pocket, more silver than any second place token
You are the pounding crescendo in my head unbroken

Yes, I like your sound

I gambled away the sun.

Because the moon
had offered more.

I staked my heart and life.

Because of stories told
and fantastical lore.

Where does the poet turn
when the words cannot be found
who will see him
through quiet nights
and solemn days
as he fumbles in thought
at a scene already written
an emotion already spent
the frightening possibility
that his dreams have all been dreamed
his nightmares all survived
the poet's eye if narrowed
is blind

a cold wind turns the corner
as he makes his way
to the nearby park
with pencil and pad
he will gaze in infinite wonder
the children at play
the Sun on the bay
and he will wish he could live
the words once again

You're not always what people think you are,
You're not always what you think you are.
But time will take you to different places,
And the world will untie like your laces.

But you can keep tying yourself together,
Hold on to yourself.
One man with the correct attitude,
Can move a whole mountain of solitude.

Yes, You will always fall,
Yes, You might fail.
Yes, You might be rejected,
But who knows, maybe you'll prevail.

It takes one step,
For the whole world to change.
So keep in good health,
And keep loving yourself