The Color of My Soul

Colors dance on forest floor, shades of green that I adore.

Is this is the color of my soul, or a piece of larger whole?

Is it blue like endless sky, where Goldfinch, dove, and Sparrow fly?

Is that the color of my being, such a fickle, unkempt thing?

Perhaps it's passionate and deep, like orange and red the fires keep.

Is that what lingers in the heart? How can I know, where do I start?

It can't be seen by human eyes this simple truth no-one denies.

Words always fail to express, the deep emotion it does possess.

How can you paint all that is feeling? My soul, my heart, with passion beating.

Perhaps it's shades, and hue, and tone are undiscovered, not yet known.

We fight to claim our simple places, with countries, creeds, names, and races

The easy parts words can describe, yet endless depths our souls confide.

What waits guarded deep inside? I ache to know why it must hide.

What is the color of my soul, a blue, a pink, an indigo?

Are we the same at the core or endlessly changing like a shore?

With foamy white or aquamarine. What colors could we hope to gleam?

I confess I'll never know the boundless colors of the soul

What color is yours or mine? is it muddled or divine?

When mind is quiet, heart is true, my soul might reach out to you

Bearing all that it hides, see the truth it provides.

This I beg you hear my plea. Will you share the colors you see?