Towards the sun -

edged with purple and gold -

I am alive -

neon yellows brush the blues and pink, I move onward,

losing my dignity in an array of dark blue shadows and

magenta colored streets.

my mind cascades before me and

I cannot begin to explain or understand but

when you speak I see the words

written in the blood flowing through

my veins -

they bounce endlessly and reach my interconnected cognitive pathways

that should have long since separated

and collide until all I see is the word

"Hello" written in brick red in my mind.

and the music travels the same path, reaching my brain and gently saying that

it, too, is more than just a song.

Sometimes, most times, I simply see the colors

dancing with their melodies,

but once, in a moment of "Gethsemane",

spilling before my eyes, a waterfall

rushing to flood my world,

streamed before me the deepest red, the darkest

purple, the faintest pink, and a blue -

so lost in the night only streaks of gold

illuminated its existence.

when you speak, if I don't listen, I see

roses and grays, deep greens and pastel blues.

when I read and close my eyes, I see yellows

and reds, turquoises and lavender.

when the music plays and I don't hear, I live in a world

of magic and beauty only I can see.

All of me - white and blue and pink -

lives and breathes the colors itching to

crawl out of my skin.