Life Painting

Tumbling through the red and into the light,

a baby is born, a screaming delight,

and at this starting point, we all do arrive

What happens next?

Well that’s a surprise...

A blank space, a clean slate, a lifetime ahead,

an artists brush, a flick of colour, dreams swirl in my head.

Through glittering gold sunrises and purple pink sunsets,

the years pass by.

Through grass green stained dresses and crimson grazed knees,

like the back and white blur of my playful puppy,

time wizzes by.

I grew and I changed

My colours rearranged

And the mixing continues,

my image developing over time,

my colours are unique,

I created them, they’re mine.

As I wander down the street,

talking with all the people I meet,

I see their colours and there’s shades a’plenty,

without them all, the world just feels empty.

We’ve all travelled on our own journey it’s true,

each artist mixing their colours through,

and what a beautiful sight it creates

a kaleidoscope of experiences, all in one place

But the beauty remains,

whether you see it or not

and that’s up to you,

if all you ever want to see

is shades of you.

See that’s a life lived on just one wavelength,

measured along a straight black line.

All the places you’ll go, they’ll look eerily alike

So what I suggest, is that you shine a light

Shine a light and look through the prism,

what once was translucent becomes resplendent in wisdom

When the spectrum is whole,

so to can be our soul

to let the colours pour out,

touching all others about.

For we are unique, as our stories foretold,

from our stark blank canvas we grew ever so bold.

We splashed and threw paint,

we crafted our lives,

in all our colours

we found our pride.

Our creations look different, and that’s where we see,

that the world is full of wonders,

with the inclusion all of humanity.