Make Her Up Of Many Colors

I am made of every color

Made to marvel and discover

Just as the unique recipe of my life

Written across space and time

Reads:

Make her up of many colors

Start with the dark of a midnight sky

Scoop up a handful of universe

Forge her soul from dark energy and a glistening grain of starlight

Give her a spirit made of colors with no human names

An uncapturable whisper of colors that she’s never seen but will try her whole life to remember

A compulsive and addictive sort of wanderlust to discover new things

And all of the white-hot wonder life can give her

Make her red

With fury that lives just under the surface

And love that lives deep within

Passion that overcomes and overwhelms

And blood that will rush through her veins

To bring life to a heart that glows with colors too bright to see

Make her green with bursting life that she can barely contain

With envy for every life she hasn’t lived

Cool and new, a garden, a world of her own, existing slightly outside of time

Deep and mysterious, a forest, dark and tangled

Bright and playful, a meadow, lively and open

Dancing with the wind, a tree, she’ll bend but not break

Nurturing, soft, climbing and curious, moss, she grows in intriguing environments

And yet, toxic and glowing, no one can ever get quite close enough to know her truly

In all of her colors and radiant glory and infinite complexities

Without meeting their own demise

Yet still she exists, there to discover

A Pandora’s box, a paradox

An opportunity, a mystery, even unto herself

Nostalgia in intangible colors of soft, deep, purple and gold

Clothe her frame and cling to her deep in her bones

And pink, the sunrise of her soul

Is soft yet blazing all at once

Dusted across her cheeks

As she finds out what it means to be truly alive

Orange is the urgency that seeps its way into her way of life

And propels her ever forward

Her feet so fast she frequently misses moments of respite

It’s the fire at her heels

The falling leaves, a reminder, an insistence that she will always feel that she is running out of time

The autumn warning her of the cold winter’s end that looms too close for comfort

The sunset counting down since the beginning

It is the glow of embers slowly dying

Amber arriving to encapsulate her legacy, should she create it, in time

Make her a vessel, a human form allowing her to be perceived by mortal eyes

Though some core part of her will always wish to be hidden

Make her body brown

Covered in a chameleon skin

Soft and beige in the cool of night or the shade of a tree

And golden brown in the light of day, as she becomes the sun

Her eyes, dark and earthy, like the knowledge she craves, old as time

Her hair a sun-kissed crown that spirals, untamed and unwilling

Flickering, wisping across her skin

Like a breeze across desert sand

Give her invisible battles

Make her body fight against itself for reasons unknown

Perhaps it is the only way to contain her

And yet, against all odds, let her light shine through

Golden, powerful, fierce

Powered by red rage and brown eyes that seek justice

Let it fuel her to fight for those suffocated by the smoke and fire of oppression and hopelessness

Which will include, eventually, herself

The invisible wind is in her voice

Whispers coasting along with every word she speaks

A gentle breeze, causing people to ask her to speak up

And when she does, they’ll tell her to quiet down

And eventually, she’ll do neither, and only speak to a favored few

Because no matter the volume or force

Her words are important and the people who care will listen

White is the mist

The fog that clouds her mind

She looks at the world, the people, the places, the things

She wants it all and cannot choose just one

A vapor, ever changing, ever travelling

Longing for a home, yet trapped when she finds it

Compelled to continue on, yearning and learning

Becoming and unraveling constantly

Touch her mind with melancholy

And silver that ceases to shine, turning grey without warning

A cerulean sadness that spills from her eyes without provocation

The brightness of her joy, like many colors, must also have its opposite

So for every glistening, golden laugh, give her a silver shard of a shattered heart

Yet still, put a rainbow in her mind, and call it love

Let it show her spectrums of light and being

And let her love each one, in unique ways, and yet all the same

Let it spill everywhere and take on a life of its own

So she will be forever entertained by her own imagination

Let it set in motion an unstoppable, desperate need to create

Let it be the fabric of the stories she is compelled to tell

But most of all, make her blue

Expansive and limitless as the view of the sky from earth

Wandering and winding as a river

A babbling brook that sings just for the pure sake of song

Make her with the dark and murky blue of a lake

That reflects its surroundings on a still surface which hides mystical secrets far below

Make her with the glowing azure of dawn

When there is light in the atmosphere but the sun has yet to rise

The indigo of dusk, hushing the earth before the sky comes alive with stars

She is the unsuspecting dew drops you begin to notice as they sparkle in the golden sunrays

The raindrops that spill from stormy eyes, the windows to a hurricane mind

She is painted with the hues of truest peace

She is made of the cerulean seas

A deep heavy sadness, a raging deadly madness

Bright and alive, cool and calm

One could drown in her or she could give you

Healing, nurturing, and life

For creation is her truest form

Creation for the pure joy of it

In that act she becomes herself, she sustains herself, she is herself

In every way that will ever matter

Creating from herself

With the very threads of her life

Weaving and unraveling a tapestry of her truest colors all at once

To create a million more

And when she has lived her life of many colors

Let her end in the dark of a midnight sky

Return home to the universe

And from her dark energy, become starlight