Dec 18, 2004 01:43
bright colours soon wear away
hues of the past brought out in children's play
freedom once granted is no longer wanted
in the end, all hearts stumble on alone
summer afternoon painted in cinematic hue
small things grow largest
when your feet touch the ground
a soft soundtrack fades in with the breeze
exhaling the fog of dreams
to saturate the soil with the colour of flowers
beauty so strong it shatters into pain
coloured glass broken into a thousand diamonds
your eyes lost in myraid sparkling refractions
your fingers torn by glistening beveled edges
once-transparent, now shaded by man's scarlet
only by tarnishing the innocent are the guilty saved