The Color Yellow

The color yellow

The color of life

The color of creation

When I sit alone in the garden, feeling the warmth of the golden sun kiss my skin

I often close my eyes and observe what I see

Flashes of yellow light are painted on the dark canvas of my inner eye

I try to make sense of impossible shapes dancing in my vision

I see a bed

NO

a courtyard

NO

a boy picking flowers in the courtyard for his mother who is lying in bed

The stories I can create are endless

when I close my eyes and observe the color yellow dancing in my vision

I open my eyes and paint the story I have seen

The last rays of golden yellow sun caress my skin before burrowing away behind the foliage of trees

I thank the color yellow for blessing me with the energy to construct this world

I thank the color yellow for showing me the pictures it had painted

with its impossible shapes

The color of creation

The color of life

The color Yellow