What colour is the bliss
That you mention in passing
That you wonder in wishing
That you make in saying
What colour is the autumn moon shining down on the last harvest
The seaside ebb, sending the blue back to the depths of the ocean
What colour do you dream when you open your imagination
When you open your heart and let the desires into the notion of one fixed address
One fixed heartbeat racing to catch you looking
Racing to hold your gaze
Racing to hold you
What colour are the stars that dance down your lighted ray of sunshine
Bringing the souls of each into one never ending bliss.
~KO
