she thought her world a work of art
set in stone by solemn hand
painted all in shades of gray
& laid out to another's plans
ashen, discolored, lacking spirit
a life she could not bear to stand...
No!
Her world would burst with color
Were its palette but her own to choose
In character bright & dynamic
Brought to life in vibrant hues
Yes, color itself would be her muse...
Yet when at last moved was her spirit
With inspiration to create
Her love affair with brilliant tones
Led to a not so brilliant fate
Because she learned, but learned too late
How dull can seem the brightest color
When encountered every day
Leaving alone one in a world
With its color dried away
One painted all in shades of gray