Colorplay

“I think of you in colors that don’t exist,” as the song goes.

But I dream of you in colors that rise and fall,

In hues that sway with the rain and pulse with thunder,

In gradient beauty that resonate with joy and throb with pain.

I hear your voice in songs that lull me to sleep,

And echo in the wind.

In melodies that float with the breeze,

In symphonies that rise and set with the sun.

On one cool, balmy evening,

As the moon sits and watches over the quiet sky,

We will hear the song that was written for us,

We will see the colors that is etched for our memory.

In a play of light that dances across the horizon,

In wisps of music that roll in with the waves.