Colors are Vocal —They Don’t Need an Explainer

Your face is my canvas.

I load my brush with a rainbow.

What should I paint?

A Unicorn?

A cat with shimmering eyes?

My brush is loaded with love.

The tips of my fingers cradle

The back of your head.

You are five.

Your life is ahead of you.

I can see into your bright future

As I draw around your eyes.

You'll grow. You'll become

Strong and graceful

As a panther.

You'll fight where the fight is warranted.

You will not sit in the corner

Sullen and silent.

Not you.

You'll remember how we mixed

the entire spectrum of colors,

Not knowing how to pronounce,

Let alone spell some of them.

But the colors are vocal

They don't need an explainer.

They are visible, exposed,

We feel their emotional charge.

They transcend the time,

As important and meaningful,

As bandages when we are

disappointed by something

Or someone who matters to us.

That's why it feels like a bliss

To touch your face

with my brush,

Layering love in color

One gentle stroke at the time. 😊

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Dear Readers, thank you for reading! I write mostly about love and the meaning of life. Feel free to share stories with your loved ones. I also read my writing at public events as a professional performer.