Color Me Brightly

It seems these days, I'm cloaked in gray
no matter which direction I face.
I look to the east, to greet the sun,
but from my earnest longing it runs.
I face the moon, singing night's tune
but here it reminds me of all that's ruined.

I fell in the dirt, from the strife and the hurt
and can't seem to wipe myself clean.
All i want is a star or two, to shine only slightly
and remind me of all that is green -
silver and blue, red roses and pink,
Reminding me there's more to all that I think
is only drab and gray, each and every day.

Still comes the darkness, raw and unyielding
forcing me ever - these walls I keep building
And when I am caged, no more can be touched
I see a faint glimmer, that I had hoped for so much.
There in the cracks, of the stone, morter and clay
breaks free a splice of color, coming my way.

I dare not reach out, nor break down the wall
I've learned that lesson before, harder than all
I've ever learned before, so I must sit and wait
for the colors to reach me and color me bright.

Blue is the color of my soul
‘Tis the way the wind blows
and countless worries from
ages ago,
But this is not so bad, you know -

There’s beauty in this tender hue
From ocean’s depth to skies
So blue;
Things that most never knew
Considered to be of those too
Few –

That seem to warrant depressing
Thoughts,
Tho’ I know this is always naught
But who am I, but taught
That blue can be sweet and
Ought –

To be looked at with a closer eye
See the wonder in disguise
Be free from rumor and don’t despise
This color that I must reprise –

Is the color of heart and soul
Taking me where I need to go
If not today then years ago
And those to come, I know.