The Language of Color

What is the language of the light?

some reflect it through sight,

some regard it with shallow glamour,

but time is threaded into the mirror,

Some believe REAL is straight lines and angles,

Some dance tango and …

some wildly out of line, take over the show,

Blind to the spectrum of the naked eye,

What do we truly know?

Can the frequency of the color change the mind? Could the song of perspective continue to rhyme?

There is gold at the end of the rainbow,

From red to indigo, well ...violet, you know,

We grow and bloom in different hues,

Speak and relate with shades and shapes,

Forms vary and never stay the same,

Step by step don’t hesitate,

this moment is a gift for you to relate,

The curiosity of colors from the sky to the sea,

The grace of chance, designed in a foreign tongue,

spoken silently by everyone,

when we are in harmony, you could sing it to me,

Eye to Eye we learn to love,

Green empties into shades of blue, mountains and heavens blend their hues,

Sunsets of yellow and oranges too, it’s strikingly always new,

When the organic reflection is deflected,

there are things that are not true,

So remember the light, absorb the spectrum in frequency and as food,

Be nourished, in seeing the beauty color provides,

Diversity in its full expression,

Reflections and lessons,

Sometimes we carry a smile for the gift of flowers,

Or watch the movement of dancing light playing on the water for hours,

In eyes we ride the curiosity of the mind,

We dream what other's see, and occasionally go blind,

There is a fine line between this and that, bringing hope to every soul the full spectrum of life is the language of light.

by Maja Mojo