What

What is the colour of this word,
The colour that I see.
Is it the colour of your eyes,
Is it the colour of the ocean,
The colour of the skies.

It’s the melody that floats through the air;
The melody of love,
The melody of life.
It’s the colour that we see.

It’s the colour of the meaning,
Of the ever changing night.
The colour of the colours
Of what makes everything alright.

What is the meaning of this word,
The colour that is, the colour that is me.
It’s in everything they do,
Everything they see.
It’s in the way I look at you,
The way you look at  me.

It’s the colour of this colour,
In the ever changing light.
The colour of the colour,
That is the ever changing right,
Is wrong;
That is what I see.

That’s what I see in you,
It’s what I see in me.
It’s the meaning of what I do,
It’s the meaning of who is me.
It’s the colour that is you.
It’s the colour that is me.

It’s the colour of the ocean,
Or the colour of the seas.
It’s the colour of the colour
That is the meaning of this ever changing word.
It’s the colour of the sky,
Or the colour of the wind.

By: Candice Tysick
Friday, March 1st 2007