Ilya Shambat Poet Iambic Pentameter

Colors Of The Soul

When I am thinking deeply

I see the world in brown:

The colors mix completely

And in each other drown


Creating a commingling

Expressing every view

Through merger and intriguing

Revealing what is true -


When I am looking death-ward

I see the world in black

Where the ungentle shepherd

Leads toward a wayward track,


Where millions of creatures

Feed on the human ghosts

And lawyers, dressed as preachers,

Proclaim the heaven lost.


When I look at the clouds

I see the world in gray:

The hopes and the doubts

In them together play


And through their interaction -

All facets merged in one -

Bring lightning and refraction

Of rays of setting sun.


When I am with my loved one

I see the world in pink

The spirit-cloud above me

Reshaping all I think


Feeling my essence nurtured

And brought into sweet love -

Her heart, like gentle orchid,

Enfolds me in a glove.


When I burn with desire

I see the world in red:

My heart becomes a pyre

Inside which burns my head


And as it turns to embers

Where all things fleshly die,

My spirit soars and clambers

And falls into the sky.


When I am being rained on

The world is orange-clad,

The conic and Ukrainian

Combine inside my head


To manifest in eros

That courses through all life

And, through the trials and errors,

At consciousness arrives.


When I am full of glamor

The world is yellow, and

It turns into a lemon

And into shifting sand


From which, with just some patience,

I make a lemonade

That feeds the respiration

And all of me pervades.


When I am feeling open

I see the world in green

In which I feel and hope and

Know goodliness and sin


And, seeing the whole landscape

From elevated view

Conquer the inner wasteland

And make it bloom anew.


When I am full of willpower

I see the world in blue

And, certain, build a tower

That seeks attainment to


The transcendental wisdom

Of sky and ocean waves

Which holds the truth and freedom

And love that goodness saves.


When I am full of soul

In indigo am I

Feeling the cosmic whole

Expressed within the sky


That reaches earth with wisdom

Of millions of stars

And nurtures me, assisting

The healing of the scars.


When I am in a prayer

I feel the violet light

Reaching my spirit, where

It casts the lies aside -


Burning into the essence

With penetrating rays

And teaching many lessons,

From gratitude to praise -


And after darkest hour

Of darkest of the night

I'm happy as a flower

To see the world in white.

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