The blank page of my soul

With a tapered pen in hand colour the blank page of my soul-

My sequestered tomb with a gargantuan stone you must roll,

Elegance in the mundane colour of a pebble, too plain to be sad-

Wish it to be cadmium yellow, to speak of ambitions I’d once had.

Dreams and wishes all quenched, by the torrential downpour of rain-

The deepest black of the ashen ground, solemn heart full of pain.

Forest green strong and deep like the thickets around my heart-

Blossoming flower buds, flourished flora, new beginnings, a new start.

Stippled details to the sky, great swollen clouds to adorn-

That candied baby blue, new life, only just born.

Enchanted by eyes brimmed with silver-

A coin, shining, glimmering in a stream, no, a river.

Paint me for it could be my only chance-

To live through and prosper in such a sweet romance.

Like a flickering candle in your room-

Hold it like a fragile flower as it blooms.

Feel the warmth from my heart in your hands-

With each step you take, feel the power from the land.

The lushest colours and the serenity that surrounds-

The purest place, the enclave that you found.

A rarity in my glowing skin,

Flushing red, almost akin-

To a sweet bright rose,

Never to impose-

On the life I’ll soon be living.