Colors Yet To Come

You are a living color, much deeper than your skin

A shade, a hue, a pigment, radiating from within

I can see that you are yellow, and you see I am green

But in reality you are daffodil, so much more than what you seem

Your color is a reflection, all others you absorb

No one better than another, based merely on such form

I’m drawn to your color, but by it you are not defined

With logic we deduce each color we all have somewhere inside

Have you ever stopped to consider color as an infinite thing?

No beginning and no ending - just a spectrum in a ring

But of all these colors, they only exist because we see

What of all the others out there, those outside of me?

A color is not something you can taste, hear, or feel

So, if I cannot see it, does it mean it isn’t real?

And if it isn’t real, then by that I must lose hope

A life without is meaningless, one with which I cannot cope

But I will choose to believe, in all those colors yet to come

I will choose to believe, to hopelessness I will not succumb

We will radiate our values, our hues, our tints, our shades

Our colors each reflecting by the Sun’s greatest rays

Meet me after the rainstorm, and keep your eyes on the hills

We’ll stand together, hand in hand, can you feel the thrill?

We’ll make the rainbow this time, not wait for it to come

A new rainbow made of all colors, including those who haven’t begun

I’ll leave you with this question, take of it what you may

Will you seek our colors? And at the end of the day

Will you choose to love our colors, not for what they seem

But for what they are, and what one day they might be?