Colours of Love

Paint the whole city blue and red,
In Colours they come and in Colours they fade.
My Colourman comes in a haunting snow,
Pristine white when everything glow.
He comes silently by my broken window,
Softly sauntering like a sad old shadow.
Glimpses by my broken window pane
And lo what he sees, the old me again.
Stuck in my bed in perpetual illness,
Waiting in line for my turn with patience,
Bereft of all but skin and bones,
Sadist as always I am a sight to behold.
Yet unlike most that come by my death-bed,
I’ve failed so far to scare him to dread.
He waits unerringly through the frozen night,
And flees just as swiftly as the sun comes in sight.
Yet he never utters a single word,
Yet his eyes ever speak nothing but love.
He colours the leaves and the petals and the pool,
He colours distant meadows sheltered and cool,
He colours my soul just as he colours the nature,
As if I, too am an important creature.
But, I know in spring when he’ll come by my window,
The bed will be empty and I, one of those shadows.
Then shall I be finally one with my love?
Together we’ll colour the Heavens above.
So here I ask you to do this small favour.
Consider this as an affectionate endeavour.
Please colour the city Blue and Red,
So swiftly my lover finds my desolate bed.
And we’ll bring colour to your life in dark shade,
For in Colours they come and in Colours they fade!

18/01/2013
©asamvav111