In the night,
when you don’t want to close your eyes,
and you see those images you’ve conjured in your mind.
When you hear the moon, its lullaby sheathed with light
It’s this color; tranquility at twilight

But when it’s day and the sun is out,
the stars kept at bay and you venture from your house
the color is there, in places the naked eye can’t see
it encompasses you, it surrounds you, it’s the blend of things that make you,
You.

In the wake of your tears, it trails behind,
seeps into your skin, returns to your blood
Once again the product of words left unsaid
of words said once, too much.

The empty in your stomach that resembles a bottomless pit
The pang in your heart when your soul’s taken another hit
The endless thoughts you have, of wanting to quit
But you can’t quit.
You can’t do it.

Because the color is human,
a symbol of one who lives.
It’s in the pain that radiates from your core,
its mist evaporating through the openings in your pores.

It’s the color that shields you,
your own personal knight.
Though it doesn’t ride in on a stallion,
it remains beside you, above you, beneath you
for your entire life.

The shadow that follows you;
it will never stray
it cries with you
smiles for you
laughs as you do,
okay
when you’re okay.

When they say No.
and you say Yes,
It’s the color of shock that bursts in their heads.
It’s walking away when walking away’s best.
The color of pride as it swells in your chest.

And you’re home again.
The color of warm
the color of safe
the ombre effect encompassing your day.
a breath of relief,
the turn of a page.
The color as your eyes blissfully slide closed
an inhale and exhalation;
the end of a nightmare, blank canvas for a dream.
When you reach the time to empty your mind…
This is the color that you see.