Strawberry, Auburn, Red

the colours of my mind.
pulled back, like a curtain
swept over your stage
let down, aspirations
which drifted away
fixed up, for an evening
which ends all to soon
and claims the horizon
preceding the moon

the colours that i find.
relaxed, by the streetside
enjoying the view
splayed out, on a pillow
inviting a stir
windswept, in a moment
which carries away
the chance of salvation
in the glow of today

the colours that i crave.
a grab, from the backside
it hangs from your neck
pulled hard, and in motion
you fall into me
let go, for an instant
but only to find
there is no tomorrow
in these colours of mine.