Why is it colors know
The things that I can’t say?
How did I come to feel
So lost in yesterday?
The color’s in my head and hands,
The anger’s in my blood and bone,
The voices do not bother me,
For I am one, alone —
The inspiration of the eye,
The resurrection of the mind,
The colors of our diffidence,
The future, left behind —
Where is it colors lead?
Those siblings, Joy and Grief,
Have come to take me far
Into my own belief —
Why is it colors point
Beyond what I can see?
And why do I begin to know
The faith you have
In me?
