Colors I Live

I skip through my days,

blind to a falling haze

or the dullness and chill

that will block all I feel.

Fog's downward coast – unfurled,

shadows my kaleidoscope world.

Consumes stained-glass fragments;

spits out shards devoid of pigment.

Gunmetal weight slows my pace;

stifles the breath around my face.

No brush of inspiration to give.

Void of light and color to live.

I trudge and seek each day

for a life past fields of gray.

Remembering old versions

of color-stroked visions.

I think I see the edge of the mist!

A familiar tickle sparks in my chest.

A sliver of hues promise nearby clarity;

motivates wading through the obscurity.

Determined steps out of the pain,

cast the despair behind my brain.

Formless film dissipates away

revealing life's gift of endless bouquets.

Now freed to see kaleidoscope roll s

and the life they breath into my soul.

Inhaling the color of air into my life

replacing the stench of grays and no light.

I finally look out to see cornflower skies,

and to mantis green blades that beneath me lie,

fields of crimson poppies vibrantly abound

and petals of sunshine yellow-a glorious sound.

Oh, and the laughter of children

sounds like rainbows I've missed.

Satiny ink-black Labradors with

pink tongues that lovingly kiss.

Eyes sparkle of Blue de France,

Lips of light coral quietly dance

Kaleidoscope words I need to heal

“Your color has returned!” – now you can feel.