Colored
Days
Colored
Days
leaking its ink of love on pages to blend
with scents of feelings knowing no end
linking them to yours once again.
Make me happy or make me sad
color me blue or color me bright
it is up to you now to decide
Whether I should proceed or go back.
The spirit of poetry is enchanting your name
I close my eyes and I see you there
alone in the midst of pain with me to blame
for leaving you shattered holding the reins.
How selfish of me to break your heart
seeking intellect as a means of fight
to set us free from bondage of time
when two souls are only bonded by poetic lines.
I see the heart is unwilling to disguise
of what your endless love is all about
nestling in its deepest chamber so deep
imprints of your love is there to keep.
My heartthrobs are meant for you alone
the one who knows me for quite so long
on moonlit rays they are sent your way
to splash your slumber with colored days.
Therese copyright,2000