It is hers

My life, a mirage of loss.

Fractions of memories and dreams, perhaps not all my own.

I am in myself yet I hover. I see my grace and sorrow, my tragedy. My multitudes disorient my sense of time. I am floating.

Colors, my soul is found! Colors, my courting companions.

Soft pink, I am reminded of kindness, regard. My fervor for life is seized.

Brown, hovering above me, felt low in my feet.

Grief, pangs of grey. Aches in my thighs with striking yellow.

But then more, peach! Maroon! Cream! Colors of pleasure, trust, surrender.

And lovely lilac. An old lover, a hum...Feel the mystery of living it whispers to me. Green, my old friend, sharing its courage of the present. Dark blue, you embrace me with the excitement of tomorrow.

Alas, I am found! Hands release the knowing and give way to being.