Secret Colours
In lavender mist where shadows creep
A young girl's dreams green and weep.
Her yearning glances can't fill the chairs
with flesh and purple and curtain prayers.
But hope cannot be contained, so
ashen grey sings a rose red glow.
Immortality, a summer blue
enrobes her heart with silver dew.
And faintly golden chairs now gleam
for passion in rainbow buds unseen.
I love the way colour plays its part in this poem. For me, you are adding and peeling away layers, both at once.
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely rhyme.
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