You make me dream in color.

Swirls of red and strokes of blue,

mixing and blending for the perfect hue,

dreaming of purple, my imagination runs wild,

dreaming of green, remembering the days when I was a child,

the red of love and anger make an appearance when I dream of you,

but the red is always accompanied by a calming blue.

Surges of orange and brown make me feel secure,

add some drops of white to keep my soul pure,

dreaming of pink, my immaturity intensified,

painting in silver, my world is mystified,

my happiness captured in the color of yellow,

my addictive tendencies showcased in indigo.

You dream the opposite, that's something that we can't change,

but I know that once you leave, only black and white will remain.

I'll see harsh strokes of innocence with deafening silence exhibited in black,

and once the colors are gone, they will never come back.

C.V.