Monday, June 24, 2013

Completely Poetic: The Color of Despair

The River Siene
Paris, France 2011


Completely Poetic: The Color of Despair

Despair is the color of blood seeping into the cracks of wet cement
It is the sound of a thousand birds falling from the sky
The color of the darkest clouds rumbling across a moonless night
Despair is the smell of flowers decaying in the other room
The whisper of lonely sobs finding your lungs in the dark
It is the choking sound one makes in the height of fear
It is the color
It is the color...
It is the color of a world never kissed by the light of a sun

...but oh
Where there is despair so too exists hope

Hope is the color of lips stretched into a secret smile
It is the smell of peppermint tracing the endless lines of smooth skin
Hope is the blaze of a cluster of spirited stars
It is the chilled taste of ice melting between tongues
Hope is the crush of the longest embrace
The flutter of a thousand butterflies rising to meet the early morning sun
It is the giggle after a stolen kiss
It is the color
It is the color...
It is the color of a world where joy is music made of restless hearts colliding

~A




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