1 June 2012
My thoughts are green, like newly unfurled leaves, gazing for the first time upon the wonders of early spring.
Or maybe blue, like the infinite sky to which we often aspire to reach and dance upon the moon.
Yellow, like an unwaxed lemon, pitted with a thousand pores, bitter to the taste, but beautiful all the same.
Orange like the dying sun, as its last tentative tendrils tenderly caress the horizon, in a furnace of the stars.
How about violet, like the heathers in summer, carpeting the land as far as the eye can see?
Black, my thoughts can be black sometimes, smouldering like hot coals, and just as indifferent.
Maybe my thoughts are red, the colour of passion, danger, love and the blood that binds us all.
Or maybe white, like a blank piece of paper, as it waits patiently for something to burst out through my pen?
Grey would be a good colour, an indistinguishable shade that is hazy, like the howling wolf pouring out it's soul...
Maybe more like a pearl, with soft iridescence scattering across the surface, just like how my ideas spin wildly across my mind...
I.Sparrow
Colour My Thoughts • Opuss № I