Dark satin skies with bits of piercing light,
Purple hues cloak within, tales of a forbidden night
Has my day ended or has it just begun?
Do I rise with this dawn, or get lost in this twilight?
Life stretches out in its myriad shades
Choose a color, it taunts, from my wondrous pallete
Let’s see you paint your world as you see,
Will you cower in the shadows or learn to break free?
I gently pick up the colorless brush,
And look at the canvas stretched before me.
Twlight or dusk, I laugh back at life,
Neither can rob myself of thee.
The taunting voice is now a gentle smile,
As life’s colorful pallete tempts my fate,
I pick up the brush one more time,
And decide to make this painting only mine.
I am no artist to know my hues,
I am no painter to understand the cues,
The colors take on a life of their own,
And deep within me,
………..the seeds of dawn and twilight are sown.