And that color is getting sprinkled everywhere..
A stranger leaving that green of his footprints
A road-side bar playing that golden velvety song
The Sun casting that yellowish shadow on the sharp edge of a junk
boat
That turquoise glimpse of the vast ocean caught between two
shoulders across a bus window
This is not the change in season….this is the change in you!
P.S. This is my blog. I am free to write all the BS I wish to.
P.S. This is my blog. I am free to write all the BS I wish to.
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,
ReplyDeleteUnknowing, day by day,
That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour
That will not pass away -
Great saffron sunset clouds, and larkspur mountains,
And fenceless miles of plain,
And hillsides golden-green in that unearthly
Clear shining after rain;
And nights of blue and pearl, and long smooth beaches,
Yellow as sunburnt wheat,
Edged with a line of foam that creams and hisses,
Enticing weary feet.
And emeralds, and sunset-hearted opals,
And Asian marble, veined
With scarlet flame, and cool green jade, and moonstones
Misty and azure-stained;
And almond trees in bloom, and oleanders,
Or a wide purple sea,
Of plain-land gorgeous with a lovely poison,
The evil Darling pea.
If I am tired I call on these to help me
To dream -and dawn-lit skies,
Lemon and pink, or faintest, coolest lilac,
Float on my soothed eyes.
There is no night so black but you shine through it,
There is no morn so drear,
O Colour of the World, but I can find you,
Most tender, pure and clear.
Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.
ReplyDelete― Khalil Gibran