You Were Colors

by CWK

I sat up late night last

'til sunrise

and tossed and turned the past                                                           

in my mind’s eyes;

I grappled with the scrapbook

of you and me

which is now

pasted across the pages of my soul.

I could not sleep for some sounds,

and fears that they portended,

and besides there were some portraits

on my wall that needed mending.

But colors drown out disoriented

symphonies of cries and cravings.

Colors cover the canvas

of past portraits we will not be saving.

I could see you in my mind and

you were colors;

You were a rich fusion of colors.

I could see you dance

across my memory and

you were a ballet blur of colors.

Colors: vivid, pure and daunting;

Colors: too vivacious too repress;

Colors: collaged and successive;

Colors: radiant and haunting.

I could see you in my mind

and you were pink.

You wore an old-fashioned pink dress,

and stole down a silver river in Texas.

Your pinkness radiated through your skin

and you sang a poem I had written.

I could see you in my mind

and you were oceanic blue.

I was on the shore to see
the typhoon azure,

but I could not move or run or speak.

I stood by weak

as the waves crashed
upon the atoms of my nature.

And I was deluged by a blue rapture

like a flimsy piece of paper.

I could see you in mind,

and you were colors.