If You Were a Color~ If you were a color, I would learn how to paint, Spend a life crafting work, That makes grown men feel faint, Not from grandeur alone, But the ache in each hue, Every stroke whispering softly, Of the essence in you. I would study the language, Of light on a wall, How shadows confess, What others can’t call, You’d be patience and longing, Silence running deep, Dreams to be captured, And feelings hard to keep. If you were a color, I would set myself free, I’d find you in waves and the sky, and in rivers by trees, I’d walk every corner, of the earth, be it wide, Until the air tastes like rain, And I’d see you arrive. You would be the horizon, Just after the sun, When the world holds it’s breath, With a day that’s not done, I would find you in forests, That have yet to be named, Where the wild things roam And nothing is tamed. If you were a color, It would make me feel safe Like a light in the dark, Or solace in grace, You would be a reminder, Of heaven and earth, The beauty that sits, Between endings and birth. Like a late afternoon, Slipping slowly away, Spilling warmth and perspective, Through the cracks of each day, You’d be endless and vast, You would never stay still, You’d shift like a secret, And bend time to your will. A color that sits, Between what’s seen and believed, A shade both discovered, And never retrieved. ~
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