Bits of bright cerulean sky
from summers of our youth:
jagged purple hurtful shards
when lies are passed as truth:
yellow warmth of family,
comfort of friends and home:
dread scarlet of betrayal,
the grey of being alone:
indigo dagger of bereavement:
royal blue square of loss:
patchy greens of wet spring days,
and Autumn’s orange/brown gloss:
the glowing pink of a baby’s love:
dark green of love gone bad:
the amazing orange of growing old:
lucent yellow of all things glad:
together these fragments colour our lives,
and slowly form a picture
of who we were, and what we are
in kaleidoscopic mixture.
We journey through our lives with
this colourful maelstrom flashing,
as we stumble and triumph day to day,
crying, singing, crawling, crashing.
We cannot see the picture:
just too busy keeping on,
until one older morning
we awake-confusion gone.
Standing back, a little shaky now,
with Autumn sun shining through,
we see splendid magnificence
in the lives of me and you.
