Color Poem

*The Words that have the color are the colors chosen from the paint samples.*

Like a drop of blue sky
Our mind lies above A world
Entirely our own.

The poem begins. I sit at my desk. Soft music is playing in the background. I listen carefully. Violins and a piano, the notes flowing together like the waves of the ocean.

The aquatic green
River
Swirling through
My head.

The poem continues. I am becoming restless.The music is still playing but I am not listening. My mind begins to race. Words, images, ideas. They are moving too fast to hang onto. Lines run through, but I cannot read them.

Zoom.
Our worlds rush by.
Never stopping.
Always in a rush.

Another verse added. Perhaps this clatter within me will end. I'll wake up tomorrow with nothing there.

Alone.
We are alone in our world.
Our thoughts entirely
Alone.

It becomes longer. Everything has become a blur now. All the images and ideas become one. Moving with the speed of a lightning strike. I can't stop it. My mind has taken over. I am nothing but a shell. I try once again to claim myself with my last Ray of Hope.

The Truth?
Our minds
Create
Places that are self-evident.

The poem ends. I relax back into my chair. My thoughts have calmed down. The music fills my ears once again, a Canary Song. My mind has surrendered. I claim myself.