It is now my favorite color
It fills me with joy
It is the soft hue of an  8 am morning
the honey-tinted specks in your eyes
The blanket your freckles lay upon of
the color that means so much to me
It's a soft summer morning in Italy
its the color of the curtains that cast the prettiest light pink reflection unto your cheeks
it's in the pages of my dad's old travel journal
it's in the sand of the worlds deepest sea
it's in the walls of the little room beneath the Canadian stars
It's in the gold glasses when the sun shines on them
Its life in a color.
iTs the color I see in you
It caresses me like a feather
it embraces me like a hug
I feel it like I feel you.
I want to sing this color and what it evokes
I wish I could be this color
this simple
gentle
refreshing
color.