Orange, yellow, and red
Swirled like a painter mixing his colors
The brush strokes, light, heavy, loud
A pallet of only the brightest colors
Distracting him from the grip of life
For he is only a boy, and growing up is the least of his concerns
Blue, white, and black
Stars speckle the sky, each one larger than the last
Brush strokes of only the calmest colors
Each stroke sends a new sense of peace to his heart
For at his age, he’s no longer a boy, but a man yearning for his youth
Red and black, when he’s alone
For those are the only colors he sees anymore
A new sense of reality since the old one is no longer available to him
Each stroke sends a new worry to his head
A new voice, a new reality
For now, he’s no longer a boy, yet a man
Yearning for the days he ran from.
Vincent
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One More Night
The lights hanging from the trees,
Were bright and bold.
And the music was soft and slow. -
Under the Streetlight
I was standing on the street as
The street light glows bright in my face,
And in yours too. -
The Smell of Fall
I want to smell the fall in the air
As we look up in the sky
Full of stars all different yet alike
I want the breeze to echo your name
As it floats along the wind
Comments
Brilliant message, to live in the moment and appreciate what you have while you have it; Time comes for us all, after all! The references to the changing landscape -- the leaves, the night sky -- also help express this idea well.
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