Dark Colors

And now, I sing dark colors raining down
In paint drops, pouring down;
I sing dark colors raining, pouring down.

There came a dawn we didn’t know,
A sunrise that we didn’t see;
A light came on across the way,
But since it was not you or me,
We slept on in our ignorance.
This is the way, our human way:
We miss the light because
We do not wake until
The later day —

And now, I sing dark colors raining down
In paint drops, pouring down;
I sing dark colors raining, pouring down.

What is that bit of innocence
You keep beneath the rock and steel?
Why is it that you think you know,
When all that you can do is feel?
You walk with me along the way,
And in your silence secrets keep:
And I would scale your walls, except
The way is slippery
And steep —

And now, I sing dark colors raining down
In paint drops, pouring down;
A whirl of colors raining, pouring down.

His eyes, beleaguered and beset,
Belie the promises he gave,
And we must understand: our heroes
Are the ones we need to save.
The winds will blow, the grasses grow,
And mourners in dark colors come,
As time goes forward, merciless,
The sharpest words bounce off
A mind that’s numb —

And now, we see dark colors raining down
In teardrops, pouring down;
A world full of dark colors

Pouring

Down

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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