Who Am I

Waves of colour wash across the sky

A blue turns grey

An orange blooms today

And I think, who am I

Centre stage I am all white anew

Carrying a bouquet of colour and bliss

Cheerful faces reflecting that joy in a kiss

I am but half of him, I do

A sky of darkness turned golden and bold

When the leaves threaten to fall

And mimic the heavens a sparrow doth call

And I ask who is this I hold

Centre stage and crimson is true

Faces encourage me still to go through

For my realm is born new

I am his world and he is mine to

There is blue creeping in and transversely unfolds

Many roads to engage

Many stories to stage

And I ask who am I untold

In the audience I sit so hush

We watch our worlds dance across, each colour their own,

Watching this child as a mother I’ve grown

Each adventure a paintbrush

Like a storm that is passing, a sky that is grey

White whispers to blue

of a song we once knew

And I think who am I on this quiet day

The quiet embrace turned happy and keen

I am joyful, fulfilled and tickled quite pink.

A life I have lived and I am me, I think

A visit of worlds brought forth to my scene

Who am I they question in ways that try to strip bare

A painting you see of the birdie set free

Part of a family I say with glee

To those whom it matters I am the paint on the brush, if you dare.