Colors

You drape yourself in black and canvas yourself in white. Like a prism through light refracts the colors can no longer hide. I look into your eyes and I see your earthy tone, but your aura is of skies, and a flame that burns alone. How lovely you wear your blue and with an edge you burn red, but there's a tinge of cold grey too that cannot mask your purple scent. Though i am but a simple green that wishes to dance with your starlight blue, I'm grateful for the light I've seen and the secret softness shown by you. For Alyssa. C.R.