Colourful Synaesthesia

How rare it is to see,

Expansive blues,

Vibrant reds,

And natural greens,

These days.

I miss how you play,

With hues to enlighten,

New shades;

That dream up surreal realms,

Of living.

Sometimes I take the time,

And pay mind to,

Pretty thoughts;

Born from violet skies,

And warm orange tones.

Do you feel joy?

When the dandelion,

With it's bright yellow mane,

Lifts you from your indigo blues.

For what your freedom costs,

The world offers in Love.