Color
Color
I dare not think of you too long
because your color is youth.
A different color than mine now
but I remember what it was,
it’s taste and feel.
The thought of your color
has awakened in me long
buried dreams, I had thought
either slumbered or lay quietly
like dogs by a fire.
But your color in the soft
muted pastels of day end
brought my senses to light.
In that light, a new
day then to come, longed for
but also feared.
Dreams afraid to be uncovered.
Submitted for:
Poetry As Legacy Contest
Line Gauthier
March 19, 2021
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