Colours Of Time Poem by Sarah Persson

Have I seen your grazed face along roads of misfortune,
Walked down the same paths, never saying a word,
Do skies hold the same clouds when rain falls on dry days,
My sight's never clear, always blurred.

The sun's eyes shed tears where the rays couldn't reach,
Yet the gold of your hair spread the light,
Do our moons wear the colours that change with our mood,
Am I really still here, dressed by night.

In transit we walk through these colours of time,
Does the air flow the same way for you?
With the mold seeping out through the cracks in our wake,
Wafting scents of earths green, skies of blue.