The color has bled from the world and is pooled in these sporadic, leaf-like shapes
Amidst the dark and brackish water
Like blood coagulating in some undiscovered, murky depths
Deep and fierce the pain blossoms in these stars and clusters like late-blooming blossoms of despair
As the bitter wind has drained out the feeling from warm skin, now pale and numb
So has time drained out the vibrancy and pungency of this grief
Yet still, in lonely deep layers in some hidden place within my heart
The colors have concentrated, fallen into darkened waters
Like infection set into deeply scarred wounds
This beyond the sight of waking eyes, beyond the hearing are soft cries
When all is still and covered and cold
Forgotten the summer's warm touch, the sun's embrace against this chill
Amidst the colors marking hurt as a flag heralds its country's pride
Gold glistens faintly, as hope emerging in the blackest chasm
Stars against the blackness of space
Who can know, who can tell
What Mind and matter, but mortal cannot see?
