Trompe L'oiel

Trompe L'oeil I use to be so sure of my colors But now my vision is jaded Perhaps it is obscured from the THOUSANDS of tears I've shed I taught you the primary colors, RED, YELLOW, and BLUE The shades of red are scarlet, magenta, crimson, cerise, and claret your favorite lipstick, I will never forget RED, the color of love of laughter, and lust thereafter an upturned smile, a glass of wine? a touch of mine, or love divine. Now RED envelops me, with frustration and anger splash of danger. unspeakable disgust. YELLOW, the scorching sun pales in comparison with your presence so indelible, your mind impeccable. YELLOW makes me think of your frail lifeless body as your last breath escaped. BLUE is the hue of countless summer skies, the bed where dreams are made of shining stars lie the beach waves, the ocean tide you were by my side Now BLUE, the flame runs through my veins hottest temperature a fire could be unceasing storm, inside of me. GREEN the color of the grass, illuminated by the morning dew path of trees, just you and right or left? Did it matter? we're together. GREEN eyes of the monster committed theft when he stole your bright todays and hopeful tomorrows Is GREEN is the color of envy? a side of you they paint, your memory they taint. To change the tint, you put a little bit of that and a little bit of black. ORANGE the melting popsicle cooled us in the heat chubby cat, circles your feet Now, molten lava bursting in flames warmed me with rage. Can you paint intangible things, fractured views? injustice, indifference? What are their hues? Is lack-luster a color? What shades of blatant neglect? unrequited love, of sheer regret? The palette of the darkest hour, Did it feel like forever? Is taupe the backdrop? For a system that's corrupt Things staged, relationships strained Is ECRU, greener or paler? than chamois or old ivory? unbleached truth distant memory. Are rich colors purple, emerald or burgundy? Not for you and me BLACK scream sophistication Now endless anticipation black dress daunting memory that is haunting hole in the dark? cry of a lark? WHITE, an empty canvas lonely easel, motionless brush Hopefully the path you see Wherever you are, there's me I close my eyes and think of you HUNDREDS of still photographs flash of sepia, pale blue I pray you walk the road without shadows a path made of rainbows where birds sing you home you are not sad or alone. As for me, I'll paint your memories with MILLION shades of LOVE.