I Am Colors/Kaleidoscope

Gaze through my prism eyes
and you may see my colors
refracted through them.
Examine their depths as I awake and you will find
the deep noble purple of pre-dawn, and of my dreams,
the dreams of longing, and fantasy, and truth.
As I’m preparing for my day
they turn an analytical evergreen,
endeavoring to unlock the secrets of my deep purple nights
and to then figure out how to transform them into my highest golden
-but that transformation is a slow one.
Until my human catalysts aid the reaction
I am a reluctant steel blue,
-reluctant to be dragged away from my warm bed and
purple mood.
When I’m finally near my people our colors combine and complement each other-
only then can I metamorphose into my high noon gold;
engaged, enthused, and enchanted with life
and learning. Like a golden bell- a school bell.
Radiant, clear, euphoric.
Passing this gold zenith I re-submerge into introspective violet hues:
Thoughtful, enlightened, and just a tad lonely.
And that violet evening bleeds into my twilight blue, a dark cobalt
that I try to fend off until I can escape the melding colors that belong to my friends,
try to leave them before their bright yellows
can mix with my colors into one sickly green,
and then no one will be happy.
This isn’t always the case, though;
It’s usually triggered by the careless orange words of a friend
who doesn’t realize the words’ significance to me. 
But sometimes I go the other way and become an indignant, impatient saffron
And spout off angry vermillion words
Before my azure calm can catch back up with me.
Sometimes I’m a russet reddish brown
And fed up with this town and these people
And ready for a new life- a new window to hang my stained glass eyes in.
But inevitably, finally I’m heading home, and a warm, sleepy burgundy.
I’m ready to be alone and comfortable, ready to let the twilight encroach again,
Ready to let my true colors run rampant inside my kaleidoscope eyes.