Take turns.

Let me be the forgiving colors of fall            
Grieving wide in the open                
Let me be me or not at all                
Wet the coastline roams hoping                
Misty eyed like the colors of calm                
In the sky, dripping white mountains float              
Purple, green, gray in matrimony                
Sway a sweet pea such as me                
Hearing each sound bring its harmony        
Instantly obedient they come to me                
Sensing them in the blue wanting of a waterfall,               
Within the falling scattering leaves of trees,     
The felt emptiness of playground swings reaching    
The rhyhm of passing cars, lullabies, daydreams      
Symphonies of the silence in between                
Deep in restful tunnels brown                
Realizing my favorite color is none to be found        
You're as gone as gone as gone                
Where no ears hear a sound                
Beyond the black veil of time                
Scaling high up, bare foot, red faced as a child,           
Sitting on top the mountain                
Quiet hush mourning the sight                
Starlit solitude heavy and late                
Awake in a shadowy light                
Wild, hopeless, with lips blue        
Grown in secret gardens find this stillness      
The night cracks open  
Like a hint of light,  
Or a seed  
This raw surrender to delight        
A creation space, a womb, and the true truth              
All the colors, all the summers you ever even knew        
Strown in flower beds amongst the tombs.