“And what is there to fear together:”
“beyond the crowd,”
“above the world?”
we find touch and tears, freedom and flight amidst
“the blinding rain.”

 droplets splatter in our open ears and on our closed brow.
a wash, we fly together, two by one by three, we dance and sing
“starless nights were not in vain.”

I am             
these sides,
these worlds,
these faces.

You are         
these colors,
these folds,
these phrases.

We are                      
these times,
these sounds,
these spaces.

They are        Us,

They are        You,

They are        Me.

They are        known

           lost

           We.

Translucent love affair:
One skin separating two distant chambers;
two shades blending,
Heart's beat trembling
Fear's thin membrane wall.
Three two one
To thee,
My night’s light.
A next heart neighbor,
Our color, our difference, our truth:
Transcend.

Music is of Art is of Culture is of
many refracted rainbow ray.
-“Of Color(s)”

hold me inside your eye,
share your mind
from years behind.

your Sweetness gone raw
as you tread that thin line,
the Love and Hate kind.

I sees you sees me.
how dare you let me see your full fall color?
ah, you saw how I glare?
i see, you see no color at all, brother.

“Wring out oil from old vein’s rage,
Seep that pang, soak staff page.

Pour from pore, let drip down fingertip.
Ripped skin burns, oil slips from grip.

Burnt shred, beads fly through hated shame.
Melt name into cursed time with waxen stain.
Claim that Other; that forgotten shadow,” 
says Cain,

...please.  ...stop.

“Less of them, more brother.
And
leave behind that blindness, that closed bleached thought.
Open eyes to
more ringing color.
Spill your silent wish
let us
flood damned logic with second thought’s ebbing hiss,”
Love utters.

Stay.
Out.

Please,

Ring Wring Ring Wring
Out….

We emerge
from light unfound.

Though earth be father, and mother sea,
we don those luscious greens with gilded gold,
forsake the soil,
to vie for sun’s glory.
Blanch rich blues
and reach for whiter sky
we yearn to be.
unearthed, unsea’d.
This art of choice
of want, of wish, of desire,
sucks light from without
into blind world within.

Until
beauty of mother earth’s dirt, father sea’s salt,
those muddy colors and murky hues,
bend beams of grit, truth, and pride,
art of origin,
hearty light and color glowing,
from inner melting, familiar warmth will yet be felt.

We emerge
from color unfound.
Shade radiating from rich history to ricochet off time’s return.

So,
Let artful light into world’s window,
of Choice and Origin,
glow and grit,
our color reflecting onto others,
others onto ours.
Let rays illuminate looking glass partitions
with abundance;
a dazzling radiance glistening on wondering eyes.

an unfolding mixed page of color extends to reach the next space, the next sound, from jumbled past to jumbled future through potentially peaceful present: it moves through time to touch a little thing sitting in the before and running to be in the after, or not, that is, to be from everywhere, that is, to be going nowhere but toward itself. A page’s story told by watches, and sniffs, and touches, licks and listens, but mostly those brief, fleet, curious glances at time.

And of what Color(s) are YOU?-

colors. grouping? partition...
teammate, flag waver, those colors: lovely, lending entrance, a dive into mass movement.

Or of none?

Beyond Color,
we are not yet light:
floating above ultraviolet and infra
scopes, bending time through sound, while
light, folds over a space entwined
within and
without tint.

Or finding your own,
unfolding color of intimate and infinite size, shape, and angle

to stretch, unravel, and sing beyond sky and earth.