Painting with colors of hurt
Painting with the colours of hurt,
The clarity of tears becomes muddy
Traveling through the shadows of the heart.
Where bitterness saps heat,
Indigo coldness slips into the soul
Darkening the path of future and past.
As I take a sip, carnelian fluid
Will never take the place of laughter
Tinting the air with lavender abandon.
But the sun, in all it’s titian-haired glory
Will always arrive with the intensity of passion
Banishing the painful palette of the night.
And hope will always be there waiting,
Warming into to verdure of peace.