Color Me

O’r craggy cliffs where edges fall away,
 To feel the earth give way neath running feet,
See colors fade from Nature’s mean display,
 As tears of sunset fall to day deplete
And mingle with unfeeling pallid greys
 Before the dark of night, horizons meet.
The spirit yaws to hear a sorrowed call,
But mindful of propensity to fall.

The rainbow colors painted in the skies,
 Refracting feelings of those bygone years
To paint a person’s soul within their eyes
 Reflecting personality through fears
And tempt to drown the pain and hurtful lies,
 That hope returns and suffering disappears.
These colors run to imitate the white
Of stars that grace the velvet skies at night.

The canvas of the mind with colors blurred,
 As brushes, color-tipped with empathy,
Move in a way to illustrate preferred
 And pleasing notions of a memory,
That contemplates the meaning once inferred
 As truth. A shallow hint of destiny.
The palette bright with colors seldom used,
The wonder, why the waste; somewhat bemused.

The drop that falls, a teary colored splash,
 That runs the length of jagged edges cruel,
Through brambles with their thorns that pull and slash
 Like hands that try to snatch the artist’s tool
In anger as emotions kick and thrash
 Gainst all that laughs and mocks us as the fool.
The footprints like the brush can firmly place
A gift of color or in dark, displace.

But listen, in the distance is a voice
 That knows your name and tries to call to you
In strong but sweetened tones; You have a choice!
 And somehow it’s the voice you always knew
That warms the heart, a yearning to rejoice
 And change directions, paths you would pursue.
We lack the strength and courage to belong,
Until the one who’s right has come along.

To fall and then be caught so never strike,
 Or feel the pain of loneliness again,
To be with one and never sense dislike
 For who you are and never feel the drain
Of life’s cruel burdens, something quite unlike
 The way you’ve felt for years or dared complain.
In colors bright, your masterpiece complete
And never fear the edge beneath your feet.
 
 
Ferrick Gray
© 2016
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