RAINBOW BLIND

Warm like the sun, shining on your face on a crisp September morning
Feels soft like leaves of sage when your fingers are exploring

Smelling of freshly mowed lawns during a hot summer day
and young stems on a Conifer tree in the middle of May

Sounding like Celtic music as the violin weeps into sound
or the rumble of a stream as it rolls over mossy ground

It tastes like spearmint but also of citrus discovered from a lime
Such is the colour of green. Its lively warmth, simply sublime

If you can’t see it, you can smell  
If it doesn’t work, then touch it as well  
If fingertips are numb, then take a taste  
If none of those, listen to the echoes of sound  
 
You can smell it through the stillness  
Drawing you towards the ominous source  
During gloomy days, lingering in the cold air  
Fog filling your nostrils, with each respire  
 
You can touch it, your fingers softly gliding  
Over the edges of the dark and light converging  
Yet they never unite, you stand in between, tracing  
The silver line, finding balance in a delicate margin  
 
You can taste its shades in clouds cotton-shaped  
The flavor leaves ashes of bittersweet aftertaste  
It can be a chill metallic coating your tongue  
And a warm haze hollowing your insides  
 
You can hear it when you’re sitting together  
With loneliness, whispering in your ears  
Embracing you in quietude and solace  
Its hug is your only comfort in the silence  
 
All you need is one sensitive sense  
To feel the gray, its vast and placid existence

 
They say she descended after one summer storm
Like a pretty reverie arched right out of the blue
With eyes so expressive as if they whispered secrets
That men were entranced by that delightful hue

Some say she emerged from the sea late after dusk
A balance of dark and light that nature surely dyes
Designed and crafted by the hand of a divine being
Because the ocean depths were captured in her eyes

Others will tell you she rose from a field of flowers
As if the flora had tinted her windows to the soul
Bearing a delicate semblance of love and mystery
Like art captivating hearts so beautiful and bold

But…

It was I who witnessed her sliding down a rainbow
On a spectrum of imagination where fantasies go
In a stream somewhere between violet and blue
In a winged surreal dream of a girl named Indigo

It's not just your juice
squeezed from the citrus fruit
you hold in your hand.....

I'll tell you who "Orange" really is.

She's the smarmy, sarcastic
somewhat elusive being
who sits in the corner
away from everyone else
waiting....

for the right moment to strike
with perfectly timed
acid-tongued jabs
that cut right to the target.

You know the one,
who feels like a flame
when you hold your hand too close
^^that's "Orange"

She's the punk twin sister of Red
who does plenty
but never gets caught,
never gets pulled over for a speeding ticket,
makes you wonder if she's kidding
or going for the jugular
with her verbal perceptions of you.

You must think about her
and what she's said
until the realization hits
that Orange,
and her words,
are whatever you decide them to be

and she's completely fine with that.

when soul is dipped in beauty,  
it blazes with a vibrant hue  
as resplendent as gypsies  
and as beautiful as a minstrel's muse...  
It is the colour within you-  
passionate and fiery;  
it emits a dynamic energy  
that grants you tenacity.  
a ruler of mars,  
a fighter's obsession  
ignites sparks  
of perseverance.  
it pigments the blood  
that flows through your veins  
yes, it's the colour red  
crowning glory of rainbow-  
a colour with many facets  
and diverse shades to behold.  
it flushes the sun at dawn and dusk;  
it's in the wild rose  
to woo your crush.  
it imbues the heat  
you feel,  
and the warmth and compassion  
that heals.  
when you feel the beauty  
of love  
bubbling in your heart,  
or the sensual rush through your bod  
when you hear your primal calls,  
it's the colour red  
that captivates your being's  
each and every part.  
it paints your cheeks red  
when you blush,  
or stains your lovely eyes  
when you cry,  
it embellishes your lips  
to lure for a kiss.  
it's a witch's spell  
when you wear it well;  
seduces your admirer  
when it inks the attire.  
but, red has a darker side,  
in anger it resides.  
it signals danger  
when fear confiscates    
like a creepy stranger  
 
but...  
   
whether you like or dread,  
Red,  
is the most sacred hue  
cos its the symbol  
of love  
which is a gift from The Above