The Forgotten Color
A meditation on the one shade they share with the heavens
The year now pours its steps along,
toward darker times, a deeper song.
The sky shows hues both vast and rare,
the shade we love is always there.
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The wind grows strong with restless might,
the fruit-trees shake, clouds chase in flight.
They race across the arching dome,
where color tears—hold tight your home.
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The ocean lashes at the shore,
its shade is dim, not bright as yore.
No urge to leap in waters cold,
Autumn, of you one can’t be bold.
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My thoughts drift back to quiet days,
when sea and sky shared mirrored plays.
Reflections bore the same old dyes,
the sun’s craft carved eternal skies.
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My heart is bound to this one shade,
I wait in vain, no chance is made.
Alone, forgotten, warmth concealed,
yet deep inside, my charm revealed.
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The seasons turn, the year must go,
and with it shifts the hair’s own glow.
The sky now bears a somber hue,
it strikes my gloom with tolling true.
About the Creator
Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
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Comments (2)
Beautiful, it has great flow.
Beautiful words, my friend. I haven't seen you around much lately, have you been O.K?