Blending

There are no solid colors in this world

Where there once was a solid red, bleeding out from you

Now it’s crimson

Deep, hateful, violent crimson

Or is it carmine with a touch of vermillion?

Who knows? The lines are blurred and blended

Where there once was a solid yellow, fueling the sum

Now it’s canary

Brilliant, sunny, alive canary

Or it is honey with a hint of pineapple?

Who knows? The lines are blurred and blended

Where there once was a solid blue, rocking the oceans

Now it’s azure

Cold, unforgiving, lonely azure

Or it is sapphire with a dollop of tiffany?

Who knows? The lines are blurred and blended

We attach letters to attach meanings to attach differences

But there are no meanings to this abstraction of emotion

No two colors are the same in this world

No red is as deep as the blush of her cheeks

No yellow is as bright as the radiance of his smile

No blue is as sorrowful as his final words