Walk Away

   We blend into dye

       trade time over thimbles

          sheared degrees have become 

                 but subtle aspect

   We carry this essence, hold off the softer colors 

          essentially black

          

     We match departure with arrival, 

           journey with our end 

      

    And through all this 

             all-willingness

                        all enabling hum forsaken 

    Our minds still oblige in isolation

             But by what light and by what

                 throne are these colors extorted

          by what helm directs the sun into 

these windows deceived

      By what higher sovereignty   

            are we invaded 

        resonance receded

            from the silence of the hyacinth

                     to all beauty in all being

Author's Note

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Within the prism of it lol we hold ourselves prism ners.....the sad truth that the true colours are adjusted to allow someone else to paint the hue to control the brightness when at the heart it's pure white that envelopes all but only the heart it sees the true colours consisting of you and me 🌹

[Perdition]

Fan of that flower aren't ya ?..lol. Who allows the colors when they aren't even there or so we conceive what matters of it all. Like your thought though. Thanks, Thoughts in Time~

[knighngale]

I like the depiction of color,
I envision a window, and you looking pass it,
great read, hon

[Perdition]

Is it raining? Hope so...Thanks~

[knighngale]

😁😂😋😎😍🥰🥱I would hope so dear, I just love you hon, because I love your words and vast imagination, and it gets me there too! ---maynard