Dip your hands , my love,

Into the colours of my soul.

And tell me….

Have I bled red enough?

Are there dark mysteries such that bear the colour of my lonely nights?

Have the blue skies blended upon my grey days?

Has the quiet sun, left the harmonious colours of its rise to awaken my being?

Has the sky in the west soaked me enough in the incredible hues of the setting sun?

Have the autumn leaves rubbed upon me the magic of their lustrous gold?

Has the splash of the colours of spring wiped off the ugly stain of my tears?

Has the breeze left a little green of the leaves, it blithely dances upon , and painted my withered dreams?

Dip your hands, into the colours of my soul ,my love,

Watch them…. and let them drip profusely ,

Into the river of life,

Upon which will flow ,

This masterpiece of the colours of my soul.