the thing with colors

She built a place each for her dark and her light,
got lost when searching for black and white.
One fine night she came back to find

The colors descended
out of nowhere, taking her to places
higher than cloud nine.

Mesmerized by the hues she never
saw before, she picked one
closest to what she knew.

As she bathed in the warm
comforting pond of the new shade
showered by passionate hum
of hearts,
the sky opened up to let storm reign.

With eyes once sparkling with awe
now puzzled and subdued,
she watched raindrops
steal the rainbow
and make love to the sea.

A reminder that gray was where
she belonged.


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