The Morning

The light is white, the light is bright

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The divided prism of my mind

Separates the light so i can find

A rainbow in the night

All the grays in the days

Cutting through the haze

Maybe if i wasnt colour blind

I could follow the road to the end

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In the morning while most are still in bed

The whole spectrum from ultra violet to infra red

Every colour has a role to play

In the big show to start the day

How they dance with each other

Blend in and out of one another

Each in their own special way

Streaks in the sky at the end of a day

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A painters palette in my heart

pleasant pinks and purple pleasures

I wish to paint these visual treasures

Capture how i feel onto the canvas

a connection with each different shade

how the edges start to fade,

Warm and cool reflections of every mood

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A period of time i have been blue

lost into a depth that limited my hue

When its cold and rainy and everything is wet

However deep and dark things seem to get

A light always shines through

A gap in the clouds, a shape of you

And the colour returns to my eye

The way a bird returns to the sky