Color is a Game

Open your eyes,
Wide enough
So I can get inside
the Blue Sky shine.
Before that,
window falls
and shuts us
into darkness.

Don’t you know that you’re a beautiful girl?
A hushed ache,
An unstitched thread,
tender and innocent,
loyal and reckless,
a low flying sparrow,
scared of the Dark,
feeling powerless.

I know you feel strange,
and betrayed.
But you don’t know who to blame
or ask if God ever makes a mistake
as eyes navigate
your sun-slashed skin,
smothered in vain
with Candy-colored brights.
Oh, you use fierce tricks to hide,
Your luminous blue eyes,
floating alive on your colored skin.

Color is a game
and your soul’s a boat
that harbors no name
and I helplessly see you shape
your own inner landscape
with defeatist thoughts
of un-hallowed shame.

Color is a game
for what you know you can’t explain.

You are falling, failing,
looking for consolation,
and you want to share the shame,
the un-hallowed shame
and melt your dwarf-glaciers of pain.

But I can’t let you wallow in your state
of what you know but you can’t explain.

You have a million dreams,
and counting.
You have bridges to cross
that you’re scared of breaking.
Your life’s an open window – closing.
But I can’t do a thing
to salvage your pain.

Color is a game
and your soul’s a boat
that harbors no name
and I helplessly see you shape
your own inner landscape
with defeatist thoughts
of un-hallowed shame.

Color is a game,
color is a game.

~Words by Ivaana