Hey folks. New poem out here that I think everybody might like. Without further ado…
The Colors of My Dreams
Raindrops fall on an old and blackened bench
while purple twilight surrounds a rain-soaked plaza, awash in its prismatic violets.
The soft patter of rain against the quiet brown of my hat
calms me in the face of unrest;
here she walks beside me.
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She runs in sequins before me
through the forest and up the road,
golden hair whirling and wafting like wispy smoke
that carries warm auburns and rosy cerises
through the greenest of summer’s leaves.
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Her face alight in cerulean blue
and infusing white
that brought to bear
those swirling rings of sage and amber,
looking back in all their candor
affixed and filled with all their splendor.
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Afeared and alone,
the drip, drip, dripping of golden ichor on the stones,
amidst silver ash and crimson fire,
an ascent to the top of an onyx spire.
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I awake in your arms again.
