Like patterns in a landscape
are the dreams I left behind-
A tapestry of memories
that never more will bind.
A freedom from that tight control
that once imprisoned my life,
now open minded abstractness
releases me from strife.
The colors of the world
imprinted deeply on my soul-
so why feel black and dismal
when blue peace can be the goal?
To hold a rainbow in your hand,
to feel the colors glow
deep down within your inner heart,
and let the feeling flow.
The red is so flamboyant,
and it cannot be restrained,
but without it, no excitement,
and the heart is sorely pained.
Warm orange is a balance
that combines the best of all-
the promise of a fresh new spring,
the calmness of the fall.
Then yellow bursts into full bloom,
and happiness bursts free,
and chases out those phantom ghosts
that dwell inside of me!
Fresh green of new born thought
buds through -so virginal and pure,
so new in its simplicity,
so comforting and sure.
These moods come that are painted blue,
but balance is the thing...
Mysterious depths of indigo
will send blues on the wing-
Then violet - oh, sweet violet,
your color does enthrall!
It fills my very essence,
and invades my all in all-
So life is just a canvas
on the landscape of the mind,
and the way in which we paint it
is ours solely to decide.
So fight your way out of the mud,
and keep the colors clear...
and when you've won that battle,
that's when love is very near.
