The Color Of I

The color of I,

For I am words on a paper, just black and white

I'll be the voice to wave back, and write,

Who did you imagine, or what did you imagine,

What color was I? Was I wearing a cool tie?

Was I amidst stunning scenery, or surrounded by greenery, mist shrouded mountains, or seagull crowded fountains,

Recollecting hues and shades down memory lane, this ability of vivid imagery making no two of us the same

For the color that you recall belongs to you

And the color that I recall belongs to me

The color of I