A moment to ponder, as I stay motionless,
Bearing my eyes upon such imagery,
Allowing these colours into my
temple to be assess,
A process of which made me grounded
indefinitely,
The blood it rushes from my heart,
Giving breath and energising my
mind,
To understand what is depicted may
be hard,
But this blush on skin made me
inclined,
Anxiety increased, the river pulsed
in keen,
Of knowing what this scene has to
offer,
There are no moments lost in the
hours to be seen,
As the red emanates to have such an
honour,
Fell rest to the ground, hands
comfortably anchored,
Blades of green felt leathery
against my fingers,
Such slowness of time in moments of
vision tampered,
With renewed eyes the vividness
lingers.
Gathering these details as my mind examines
the scenery,
Flowering grass that spreads into an
abundance of greenery,
Envious of growth, undulating of the
aged trees,
Wondrous lengths of times they must
have lived to be,
My heart reposed and muscles
relaxed,
These eyes cleared and more attune,
As the branches of each tree reach
above their stacks,
Ever-hoping to grasp the light of
noon,
The wind it nudges and swings these
plants,
The sway glistening their leaves
upon the sun,
Emeralds and jades spring as these
leaves dance,
Bridging thoughts and notions to run
in trance,
Blinking hopes with my back to the
ground,
These reviews will always be ever
profound,
As the buoyant grey clouds come
pouring down,
Fleeting moments of blue against the
tree-line crown,
It changes, evolves to colours
unseen,
The clearest of sky, calms and
cools,
It builds intuition with a look so
clean,
Having only a favourite is never the
rule,
This dampens the train of thought,
And it needs to be changed,
The capacity much more, we just
forgot,
While this gaze left me unchained,
As I glance upon this majestic view,
Where the blue of sky fades into the
seas,
The clarity of unseen clouds imbue,
To understand the depths of these
colours I see,
The cyan hue that permeates these
oceans,
Creates a wonder of how my eyes perceive,
Where drops are clear and the depths
are its reasons,
Of gradient floor, these colours
achieved,
Soothe your being and ponder upon
the ceiling,
Our only home, nowhere else we know,
A peaceful composure secretly
concealing,
Between blue and violet, revealing
an Indigo,
As the Sun starts to set in the
distant,
A feeling envelops me whole,
The pinkish blue welcoming
brilliance,
Before the twinkling darkness folds.
The magnificence of such colour,
Uplifting and sensual,
A feminine touch for my eyes to
wonder?
Though Magenta is often ostensible,
What are its history, legends and
myths?
It’s meaning a divergent,
As colours represent what you choose
to believe,
Rather than something that is for
certain,
A movement. An awareness.
Adding in symbols as it forms,
A unity for such fairness,
A colour to show where we belong,
As I look further into the beauty,
it mellows,
A realization comes into play,
Erratic-ness dissolves as it fades
into yellow,
While the golden strings shines my
way.
It hits my skin and warms in bliss,
Blinking my eyes with dots of
colours,
These yellow streams encourage the
optimist,
Showing me potential of all its
powers,
But what of the signs and signals,
Where colours can be pushed to
contradiction,
Or to boost identity of the fictional,
Causing only the superficial, an
affliction,
As captivating as these design are,
These colours are not to devour this
far,
A thinking mind has to remain ajar,
As yellow still appears in those
distant stars,
So feel the colours through our skin,
It penetrates every part of our
essence,
Then diamonds appear as these yellow
lights dimmed,
In the shadows, a glint of divinity
shows presence.
The blackness reveals contrast of
other places,
Vast in thought, miniscule with
plain sight,
Darkness hides in distances between
these spaces,
Where all was once so close and
tight,
The cold freezes in the absence of
light,
Yet mysterious colours still show,
It is never empty, something always
in sight,
No matter the source, these colours
still glow,
The blankness never silent, it
speaks,
A whisper of faint light in a
shadow,
Within this gloom, the secrets it
keeps,
Where light will forever know and
follow,
So why does it matter, these colours
fade but stay,
This is only a chapter of what we can
portray,
These colours arranged for our
reality to convey,
Wavelengths of light ever transmit,
emit and reflect to display.
Within millions of shades I cannot
ignore,
It has to be the one truth that
everyone can see,
Accepting that colours are held within
to explore,
These mere vibrations are just what
are meant to be,
So wonder of light and its force,
The countless stars hanging behind
this hue,
Look at its shades when hit by a
source,
What remains is entirely up to you.
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