The Magic of Colors

NB: This is a repost, originally deleted. The vermillion sunset has long dissipated Over the marine persimmon horizon afar. In the deep subterranean silence of the charcoal night. Obfuscation confuses the illogical mind, And conjures titanium dreams or harlequin volitions. I feel your power descend upon me, Subjugated surrender becomes inevitable As I become malleable like puce plasticine. I discern my wife approach, shimmering in thin air, Dressed in a dark turquoise threadbare gown, in the pale rays Of the chartreuse moonlight, resembling an enigmatic ivory ghost Drawing near in a flimsy wisp of a nocturnal mist. Come closer, come, I want you near me, Sing an echoing mesmerizing mermaid melody for me, Or slide into an enticing dance macabre. I thrive upon such inexplicable endeavors, Where nocturnal indigo sprites whisper dreamy antics So pleasing to the provocation of the mind, Combine to please the sybaritic nerves Of this old and senile useless mind of mine.