I’ve tried to tell you,
To show you,
To give you the wick to light the way.
But my opens heart preaches a language of tongues.
The hours spent in tears smolder away
Like the continuous rhythm of ocean waves.
Building… Crashing… Dissipating…
Only to vanish forever in a fruitless swirl of sand.
You ask why,
And I answer.
You ask how,
And I answer anew.
Yet somewhere in translation
Words lose their meaning,
Casting only Tints and Tones
Of the power they hold.
I can’t give up,
But still my will wanes.
So that all I can hope
Is that you learn to listen to my true Color.