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 whistling trees,   
The felt emptiness of playground swings reaching  
The rhyhm of cars lulling out 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.