The Colour of My Heart
When midnight tides impeach my chamber door
And clot to rot the splint no flood can pass,
By thrashing currents, shocked, I drift ashore -
An endless stroke of pain where grains are glass;
If day has ever been, then sun collapsed,
Where darkness blindly carves relentless sight;
There is no spectrum here, as time elapsed
Itself renews in everlasting white.
But yet I walk in search of something blurred,
Aware my feet have bled the ocean red,
Without the use of eyes to chase what’s heard -
A promise broken when its maker fled:
Though nothing new, my heart beats borrowed blue,
When lies impeached were wives that said, ‘I do’.
11/29/2018
Submitted for: The Colour of My Heart
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2018
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