The Hardest Hue To Hold

Colors dance on the canvass of my life In an intricate interplay of hues Intensifying and weakening at different stages Fluid colors in constant motion As I age, different colors take precedence While others slowly recede Still present, yet less visible Some colors are all time favorites Ever strong, ever making their presence seen The color of Beauty forever captivates me I immerse myself in this hue Letting its brilliance ravish my thoughts Beautifying my life in every way Truth is another color that graces this canvas For without it, I cannot live I need to see broad strokes of this hue For it revives my heart The brilliance of the color of Compassion Pulsating with emotions of oneness... With the world, with all that inhabits it It ever moves me to reach, to feel, to belong Hope, the color of dreams For my dreams are saturated In this vivid color That makes the canvass spring to life Hope, for a masterpiece to be Passion, the most prominent color Seen splashed everywhere on my canvass The color deepening, ever deepening Dark and rich, drawing the observing eye To the wet colors that never dry Always freshly painted Bold, brash, audacious, alluring Pronounced color overpowering every other shade Passion, shows off her true self Confident that she is the artist's most loved color And then there is the color of Love Capricious Flitting Transient Erratic Inconstant Gracing the canvass now and then Lightly splaying itself across the painting Bright splashes of rich Gold I try to focus my eyes on this hue Wanting it to be evident In every single image In every single stroke A tinge of gold And yet I know I know The color of gold Is “the hardest hue to hold” I know this to be true For my eyes brimming with tears have seen The “dawn...[of love go]...down to day.” On this canvass of my life This truth is clearly displayed.... “Nothing gold can stay.” Eileen Manassian Ghali A variation on the poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold can Stay