Indigo/Crimson

I can open both of my eyes

Yet while one sees, the other one cries

Looking past the shoreless sea

I spot capsized rafts awaiting me

I peer into mirrors to find what’s amiss

But I end up blinded instead of blissed

I hear voices that say the key

Is something that I cannot see

Don’t wear tinted glasses – surreality lies

Pink isn’t always the colour of skies

The dark is your friend, as should be your ears

Since invisible silence causes great fears

Water can’t help and neither can you,

The stings have pierced all the way through

Once you’re here, there’ll be no wound to tend

All that’s left is to wait for the end

Forget the colours of your breath

They’ll be gone soon, inviting death

Trade irises for rose bouquets

There’s nothing to see here anyways

They’ll wrinkle and whittle if you watch for too long

Your nectar will dry with the hummingbird’s song

But you sent a seed on its brittle wings

Don’t fret, lest you lose the garden it brings

Perhaps in the depths of the greenest waves

Meadows of coral cover the caves

I don’t know for sure of this faraway bloom…

…are they growing for me? (Only fools would assume!)

Petals, like paint strokes, dapple her hair

One day she’ll find out they grew everywhere

For now she believes she’s accursed with this view

Alas, she’s mistaken – she’s blessed with it too

-Jeanne Polochansky