COLOURS

The lovely velvet black of the pleasant soft night,

The now black waves and the wind so dark

The mighty blue of the mighty sea

That reflects in your eyes which reflect in me.

And when you gently blow at the messy fringe

I know I am pink deep within.

And that pristine silver of the moonlight

Which had never seemed so bright

And the pure gold of that late afternoon

Which could just tear me apart.

The green of the deep river and the white of the flock

Blue of my drink and the pastel of your shirt

The orange of the rising moon and the gleaming silver shore..

That stare which means so much more.

A simple hug and so much care

The love of your touch that brings stars on my flesh.

Oh I can never say what gleams more, me or the shore,

Or which has more gold, the afternoon or the hands we hold,

I can’t tell which shade of pink is high

The shared marshmallow or The winter evening sky,

or which red is fierce

the one of the roses you sent, or the red on me when I smelled them.

I can’t say which green is peace,

The river or that t shirt and the kiss…

I am drowning in them; the colours are all over me,

This is madness, this is bliss.