Colors of Spring
Do you ever feel the need to just tell a story? The desperate thought strikes… I must write! Nothing can hold back the dam as the words rush out of you, spilling into the world, creating something new of the old?
Sometimes we feel the need to complicate things, but sometimes to see something complicated you need to see it simply. Here, I’ll try to make complicated colors simple again!
Colors dance before my eyes,
Pink and blue.
Perhaps, a dash of spice, sprinkling my vision,
Why this string of images?
Meaningless or meaningful?
(What is the meaning of this?)
Who can tell? Perhaps it's me. Perhaps, it's you?
Do these colors stand for something?
Well, let's make them stand for something and you guess!
Come dance!
Oh color that fill my sight!
Pink and blue, I see them dance,
They fill each other's sight just as they fill mine,
It is as if they are dead,
Dead to the world.
Alive in each other,
Rejoicing in their solitude.
I am filled with envy of their dance.
Oh, colors! Will you not come to me?
Fill my world with life and dancing!
Come and free me from my loneliness,
I remain….
Trapped from the experience
But at least I have the joy of seeing.
Perhaps one day the color will come to me.
