Arrested Fantasy

I’ve etched my life in shades of cream, Colour a luxury found only in dream. To live my life in black and white Will choke my soul with endless night. I’ve dreamt of spicy golden suns Igniting radiant fires; Of silver moons Hushing starry choirs. I’ve dreamt of sweet emerald jungles Meditating portraits green; Of dark violet storms Thundering music mean. I’ve dreamt of sour amber deserts Burning coral red skin; Of tanzanite glaciers Freezing diamonds therein. But colourless passion sequesters my heart, My lustrous pomegranate crumbles apart. Classic ivory saturates my eye Fantasy arrested and charged with a lie.