Colours float inside of me..blue of course, for sympathy
And red..the tiger crouching warily.
Green, the haunting of our destiny.
Tangerine in which I see the dream of peace.

Black, so when the day does cease...gold will come and hold my hand and take me far into a spectrum band..
And I can see the summer hue..be warmed as it will warm you too.

Another blue..another day which turns into a dullish grey..painted faintly through the sky in which white clouds burn away and die into a pinkish failing blue.

Always blue..it comes back to me..that melody rings in my ear..and I, no prophet or no seer can only seek to peer within..the shimmerings of broken hearts that sing to me in amber and in that I see..
A world that's gone under the sea coloured deep in verdigris.

It all comes crashing into me..the colors, colours that I see.

If I could, then I would be the colour that would most suit me..
..The colour of the endless ocean at which the toe taps in devotion to the shades of blue and green..
..where everything is seen
And where these colours deem to meet is where I greet
The coming day..then all I do.
Is think tomorrow blue.