Your Pigment Realised

Quietly they fold back the soil.

Drawn to the apricot sky.

A soft focus rests on the scales reading;

set against this vivid colour.

There they lie, wrapped in a rainbow.

Dreams left diluted beyond their prism walls.

Colours have been collected for each of their Gods.

In a momentary staging; of a time lived in truth.

Within this moment, a reflection;

on what was misplaced for a time.

Now lean into your soft flesh, they say.

As it is ripe for the making.

So we are daylight touched:

with crimson, ochre, and magenta.

Hold these in your palm with the warmest affection.

For this, is your pigment realised.