The Colours

The Colours

The colours

Not painted, not placed in a palette

The colours

Not mixed, not blended                                 

But thrown by a careless hand

Splashed across the canvas

A total mess, absolute chaos.

The red of your love,

The green of your smile,

The black of your anger,

The blue of your confusion,

The pink of your bliss,

The grey of your woes,

The yellow of your logic,

And the crimson of your insanity....

I gasp, my eyes trying in vain

To comprehend the wilderness,

Yet grateful for the colours.

Freedom from the fear of white.

Certainly, I owe you that.