
I dreamt of a color that I couldn’t place
In any of my palettes of experience
I dreamt of her touching me, in ways
I could only wish to realize
But it’s chaos between my eyes
And I sympathize with black and white
Drawing me in, inside this 3D screen
Where I am just a beautiful silhouette
Dancing on the edge of a framed
Existence, with undivided attention
Unable to break free, from all that I am
In this beaten body, chewing on
Adam’s apple, wanting to tell the world
Nay, to scream at the people
There is a color to which we’re blind
Our eyes are betraying us unkind
But there’s a color that I keep
So intimately in my dreams
And I just want you to see
When you come into my room
And breathe with me
There is a color that we share
In any possible universe
It hides in laughter, just as much
As in the idea of us, alone
There is a color I find
Every time we touch
Just close your eyes
Taste it on your tongue
- it’s where your ego lays
Just dance with me
And forget about
Seeing
About the Creator
Laura Roklicer
A published poet (The Broken God), award-winning screenwriter, lyricist counting collaboration with over 250 artists worldwide, with a degree in Psychology, Film Production, and a master's in Philosophy of Mind and Cognitive Science.




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