keen dance in the willows
a weeping to come
never keeping anything
yet always reaping

your colors seep and bleed
deep and fast into my tapestry
alter complexion
darker hues peer subtly over
the ledge of lost dreams
and its sister comes to lodge
within the temple of this

lonely yellow heart, mellows
bright green soul, bruised
indignant white passion, bright
vivid purple bliss, falters


turn your bright eyes from me