You are the colour
Of my skin
My soul within
You reflect in
My minds eye
As time moves by
A picture in frame
A memory
Bless’d be
You are the colour
Of my skin
My soul within
You reflect in
My minds eye
As time moves by
A picture in frame
A memory
Bless’d be
For WPC: Inspiration
Rise sceptre to the light
Tempest mood be gone not
Too soon
Staid on through winter winds
And blast true colour from
Dark gloom
Brighten light through creeping
Darkness upon the days
And moon