The Hues of Night by Ruvini De Alwis
If I was not blue
I would never have
known, night
could be pierced
with so many lights,
bright and ephemeral
or that the universe
shows its pastel hues
in stellar streams,
a palette aligned
to the yearning of
the soul, presenting
a fantastic array of
possibilities, colourful
interjections leaving
the mundane behind.
I want to leave this
place behind....
This place that is grey
where the outlook
is grey and prospects
grey as if matter had died
in desolation, tainted
by the colour of lies
which is the darkest
blue of all.
Where a glimmer of
tomorrow is shaded by
a midday sun, that is
not quite golden but
badly bleached like
yesterday’s tired
clothes, not white
but off white,
a quintessential stain.
Gazing upwards,
I understand why
men would wish to
touch that sublime
profusion with the
immensity of the
heart, while drowning
in the darkness of
buried deeds,
lying strewn are
trampled weeds,
hidden amongst rose
coloured blooms,
which continue
to speak of better
things to come.
I want nothing
but the green grass
beneath my feet
and to watch the
red-gold of sunsets
to remind me
why I am here.
Why to live this
way is vital to
understanding the
stellar streams
that whisper of
better things to
come. The pastel
hues of dying stars,
reds and blues of
unmade worlds,
molten or ice.
I look up, starlight
is the true colour
of night and it is
no longer black
when the head
is raised upwards
and the heart reaches
outwards.
I dive into stellar streams
immersed in light,
the purest kind.
Not white but
enigmatic, bright...
Night opens
doorways to the
heavens and it is
this blackness
that sparks the
imagination, an
unbridled circulation
of interplanetary light,
revealing the true
colour of night.
About the Creator
Ruvini De Alwis
Artist/Ecologist/writer @ www.bloomlore.com
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