The colors I see are faded,
Like you and me along a backdrop of time,
But the colors I feel are warm,
Like the sun coming over the hill
In the morning.
I kneel and pray
The day will bring us together.
I rise and stand and lift my hands to the sky.
Does it hear? Does it care
If love or roses grow,
Here below in the underworld?
The impertinent flip of its cloudy brow tells me
It does not.
But the gracious rays of the sun come,
And the ultraviolet lovelights say
That bluebells and daisies can't stay here for long,
And the only thing wrong would be
Not to have a beautiful day anyway.

-jenn