The Blind Who Dreamt Colors

I dreamt of the day that I could see colors. To grasp the sublimity of color schemes, To teleport into the colors of dreams Oh, how colorful and meaningful life that would be! In this plain old canvas where we exist, They say that colors give life and bliss. Every color has its own part to contribute to the world. Then why are different colors opposing each other? Isn’t that absurd? In this day of chaos, of endless color clashes, Different colors might contrast but it also enhances one another. Don’t ever think that beauty solely lies in your own point of view. I think all you have to do is to see the art beneath the abstract of it all. Someone told me " Eyes are not the sine qua non To fathom the beauty that lies behind these hues." He explained that," we all perceive hue differently. The hue that you see may not be the same hue I see." Now, if you ask me what my favorite colors are… It would be the glorious colors of the brave; Hoisted and marveled with great pride and honor, For these colors have witnessed history and many battles unfold. The lives of the ones we’ve lost and loved in order to protect the canvas of which they are shown. Provoked in the sight of bloodshed; it will manifest its ire and be unfurled upside down Making it more majestic than anyone has ever known. Red, is the symbol of patriotism and valor. This scarlet rage represents the real passion of fire; It’s desire to wage war and deliver it to its triumph Conquering the deadliest enemy of all - fear. The royal hue of blue, known for its reserved and calm disposition is the essence of tranquility, With the willingness to sacrifice oneself for freedom. Blue, the symbol of peace, truth and justice would then be our guide to the voyage of purity. The golden yellow - color of the sun Signifies unity, sovereignty and freedom. These colors that have covered the caskets of our heroes will be solemnly folded and passed by on to their heirs. Illuminated at night and hoisted at the peak for a moment Then flown at half-mast when mourning, in honor of the decedent From that day until the day of interment it shall be flown, it shall be flown... Now you tell me if I am blind, For I see everything beyond the naked eye. Once I dreamt of the day that I could see colors. But now I understand this color harmony. Because in this color wheel world the blind can now finally see.