If I had to paint my aura this day.....
I'd paint it with a worried brow
crushed with marked questions.
Defeat would battle, que sera, sera
with many bold slashes in helter skelter fashion.
Within the field of greys background acceptance
you'd find a face compressed on the canvas
and on its cheeks, still, a tinge of iridescence sun
the journey of the day just begun
As this day comes to an ending
I'd paint it now with bruised puff shadows,
from each--- blue teardrops flowing.
A drooping lilly in a field of red roses.
Dejected, torn and faded patches
on a pair of well worn jeans
all these in a starless purple sky