You do not see but I am a million colors.
I am a bursting bright crisp lemon pouched in a summery green bouquet of life
I am also calm, the gray you breathe in of a foggy city street and haunting corners of monochrome blocks.
With these of fire and ice, of what you may see as plain good or evil,
I am also everything in between.
All these lights from the brightest of stars but are dim lights nothing in its pride?
Yet see the flickering candle in the wind of might
for it is not the effort nor passion that weakens its flare.
A dull speck blinded by the talented or restless sparks
Lost and found
Found and lost
Where do you look in a vast night sky?
To you that is nonexistent, to me that is the entirety and more
I wish to lay my palette in all the ways that you may see
but I wish to keep some as close to my deepest core.
Unknown shades inevitably seep through.
How many hues of blue is enough to make waves violently clash against each other only to come to one?
All is left of the fierce scattered blue
is a soft ivory stroke on the edge of the shore
faint traces of lingering regret and desire
I am the colors you will never see
The colors you see are the colors of your night and sea
colors which I cannot see