The Color of Sadness
Is the same
As the color of the sky
But only
Prior to its weeping
It's the same
As the color of the water
But only
The stormy sea
Not
The tranquil lake
Or placid ocean
It's the same
As the color of music
But only
Like Muddy Waters
And B.B. King
Not
Like Michael Jackson
Or Lady Gaga
The color of sadness
Is the color of my thoughts
When I think of you
An impossible hue
The color is....
A clue or two about a hue
Of this hue are certain starfish,
as well as the moor frog,
one in two million lobsters,
a fairly famous dog;
a lovely ringed octopus,
the hyacinth macaw,
the dragon-like ribbon eel
the polygamous peafowl;
the sky, when it is cloudless,
the Mediterranean Sea,
his eyes, full of starlight,
when they look at me;
my mood when I am lonely
when you are far away
when all is dark and dreary
each dawn, gloomy and gray.
Blue
it's the feeling when the last chords of your favourite song ends,
when the room is perfectly quiet
and perfectly still.
it’s his eyes at midnight
when the only light is from the streetlight above you
and your heart pounding in your chest,
because he’s promising you forever
it’s the beach at noon
when the sea and sky blend into one
and the horizon stretches into your soul.
it's the tears when you lose him.
and the skies when you find yourself.
its the opening chords of dawn
and the final chorus of dusk.
Irises
I look up, half-blinded by the sun,
And all I can make out is denim ensconced by the sky.
A subtle shift to the right reveals the ocean in the distance,
A handful of terns swooping and diving.
I take the hand offered to me, one that is
Calloused and rough with years of hard labor.
I wonder what could have caused such chafing and blistering
And for how many years it took to reach that point.
But questions like this are pushed to the side,
For as I adjust to the daylight I see a pair of eyes
That would make Paul Newman glower with rage.
Lonely Sailor
like lilting oceans, wandering seas
palm trees waltzing in the breeze;
in sultry air, a seagull’s flight
across the hazy, distant night
sunset over crystal waves,
and into solitary caves:
where Siren songs once rang below
like memories some time ago
evening decked with stars awake
dreams reflected in the lake
silver lining, darkened skies,
a lonely sailor’s compromise
until tomorrow’s early dawn,
the night is painted, skies are drawn
like isolation’s silent tune
divine, beneath a crescent moon.
Weight
We are in three shades,
depicting scenes from days
past:
There on the concrete,
and you ask if you may kiss me
and you show me the power
in permission.
There in your bed,
barely touching,
we hover over blankets
and we talk about love
and each other.
Here, before you leave,
our fingers parallel
you promise your return
we shall see.