Red is deep anger that never comes out
Red is believing, and then having doubt.
Housewives as the nights,
The ceiling swung,
And then it grew
A sky that’s not blue,
A dog with no tail,
A lie that is true,
A sea with no whale.
If you’ve ever tried to catch a cloud,
to ride a rainbow,
to save the sunshine in a jar.
Then you know how it feels
Yellow moon peeps at me
Behind the shadows of the night.
Rises slow among the leaves,
Spreading eerie yellow light.
Last night I had this amazing poem,
stuck in my head,
But much to tired, I thought, “Oh I’ll remember.”
and jumped into bed!
Wind is an audible whisper,
It’s a secret, and it’s a laugh,
Murmured through the timeless trees,
From ancient ages past.
I would have lived,
I would have sung.
May have been your best friend,
but instead you have no-one.
For such a time as this,
We are to be strong through storm and rain,
All those who linger in the Grey,
Will only cause more pain.