My true colour has not yet been viewed
The hues I’d choose have far too much to do
With the scheme of that scene,
Pictures flashing, one by one,
Simple in a single dimension
They haven’t learned how to mix,
How to bleed
My hues drip
They hang, then pour
Congealing on the lip of my soul
There is something so delicate about this collection
It is like I am caught -
Just before the dewdrop disturbs the world
Trapped in a moment I’d pray would freeze
I feel myself emerging
Closer, closer
No one has seen this shade yet
It is a different thing altogether
Separate from the rest
No white as cruel
No blue as blessed
The colour painted on my caverns
is the blood of demons slain
Each defeat enhanced within me -
shadow, form, colour, line, shape
My inner tapestry is not ready for such guests
I predict vandalism, hatred,
dismissal at best
Where will these colours lead me?
Thick oils run, and I hide
Hide it all - love, anguish, breath
The secret colours are hidden but
don’t worry they’re here -
I feel the gift of beauty warming
There is something beginning to seep through
About the Creator
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