I stand alone within this world
Invisible to all,
Upon a rock splashed black from storms.
An outsider,
Thoughts coloured from beyond this place.
Observing,
Rites of passage that blend all colours of the known spectrum,
Witnessing
Colliding ideals and words that weave a frequency that screams.
Undetected,
I reach into the swirling colours
Praying
To match the colour that sings through me.
Shocked by the unyielding concrete grey and solid reds and blues,
I submerge and forget the song that cradled me,
Until once more I am swept out upon a rocky shore.
Alone again,
Surrounded by the frequency of songs and colours beyond this realm,
Taking me further than I could ever have dreamed…
About the Creator
Wendy Roe
A sometime writer, a full time explorer of the meaning of all that is...
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