True Colors

Splashes of color bleed on the walls To me this messy canvas so deeply calls Depictions of my mind so carefully displayed I can scarcely compare with my limited shades of grey My shadow is dim to these burst so bright How I long to be their source of shimmering light What stone must I crush or lily unveil To unlock these oils and show my true prevail Surely these dreams are not impossible to be For these visions began inside of me