I can feel the green streaming around my face,
While the white tickles my feet, making me sink in place.
I see the blue flowing beautifully back and forth,
While the yellow selflessly gives me friendly warmth.
My black continuously contains itself away,
Every time the devious bird of the pale moonlight comes out to play.
The blood red is slowly unearthing,
Peeking slightly! Ready to be!
Wanting to touch your hand & hold you tight,
While enjoying the colors of this bountiful & pristine sea.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoesíaThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
