Book of colors (unfinished/in progress)

Somedays when the light is right

 you can hear the colors speak

You can hear them whisper

 hear them sing

 in the waves and shades you see

I am Yellow

soft but bright

twinkling with 

the morning light

I am Yellow, my voice is humming

with one thousand honey bees, 

One thousand golden suns,

One thousand lemon trees.

Warm and snappy, fresh, aglow,

That’s my voice. I am Yellow

I am Blue

Deep and cool

vast and dark,

or a flickering jewel

I travel in spirals

I highlight the sky

The wind and the water

are where I reside.

I am Blue, I sound like air, 

Like water trickling in a stream.

Like a fresh breeze passing by.

Like the center of the sea.

I am Blue

I am Red

Rich and aflame

I ripple in roses

In rubies I play

Like the setting sun

I’m warm and lush

I flower in valentines

and your face when you blush

I am Red

something alive,

something blooming,

something loving inside.

I am the glimmering, shimmering

heart that lies though your eyes. 

I am Red

I am Green

Life speaks through me

All that grows is known

By the pitch that I reach

I hum a bit like Yellow

in the twinkling morning glow

But I have a tune and language

that is totally my own.

I speak of soft moss and tiny seeds

In a low whisper to help them sprout

and as they reach and wake from sleep,

I sing a little more to help them out.

My voice echos in the branches

as my conversation stems to the sky

and says goodnight among the jungle vines

I come to you to sing my song

I am Green, I speak of life.

I am Pink

I tickle and blush

I whistle in sunsets

over soft cloudy plush

My speech is young

like peachy suns

I’m sweet and warm 

I sound like fun.

Giggling mischief 

candy pink kisses

springtime is my time

to be bright and delicious

I am Pink and you may think 

that I am simply fluff

but I speak with power

glowing smoothly louder

I am Pink, I sound like love.

I am Purple

a mysterious singer

I float over violets

in deep nights I linger

My voice is deep and cool like blue

with a flush of pinkish haze

sometimes a passionate reddish hue

gives my melody a change

I hum in the mountains

I whisper in dreams

I’m rich and I’m regal

like the eyes of a queen

I’m a breath of lavender

a velvety sigh

I murmur in mulberries

I sing with the sky