Colours flash past me,
Blues
Blacks
A deep passionate red.
What do these mean?
These sharp flickers of light.
My emotions
My colours
That is what they are.
I am afraid;
Afraid that I will soon awaken
from this blissful Utopia.
A flash of indigo takes hold of my thoughts;
without warning my heart leaps
as an infectiously happy yellow
overpowers its ominous threat.
Hope
Love
Ecstasy
My fear is diminished.
I live in bliss
in this brilliant canvas they call life.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:18 PM UTC
Colours flash past me,
Blues
Blacks
A deep passionate red.
What do these mean?
These sharp flickers of light.
My emotions
My colours
That is what they are.
I am afraid;
Afraid that I will soon awaken
from this blissful Utopia.
A flash of indigo takes hold of my thoughts;
without warning my heart leaps
as an infectiously happy yellow
overpowers its ominous threat.
Hope
Love
Ecstasy
My fear is diminished.
I live in bliss
in this brilliant canvas they call life.
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