Shapes and Colours
A poem about love, determination, courage, and pride.
The shapes and colours of my dreams
are ever changing, like me,
it seems,
tinting my world
from black and white,
teaching my heart
wrong from right
They show me love,
or dreams of it,
enough to grasp,
or confiscate,
those precious moments
we have shared,
the thrills which
left me unprepared
So unprepared to go my way,
sometimes I fear
the break of day
I dread that with one curtain pull
some unnamed dread
may, my name, call
But thoughts of you
and dreams of me,
not being lonely,
being who we’re meant to be,
they keep me strong,
in days so long,
while evenings wait
expectantly
And I will chase,
in the blur of traffic,
the cascading lights
that cure my madness,
none brighter than the smile
you wear,
no heart more light than mine,
in air
For friendship
and for love
I’m tame,
for all else
I am fierce,
with mane,
I’ve mighty paws,
and fearsome roars
for all who might
besmirch my name
For I am strong,
my stout heart longs,
it deeply feels
and beats
till dawn
with all the love
I have for you,
even those times
I really knew
you were not there,
just a memory,
a hue
The shapes and colours
of my dreams,
I wear their flag
on the battlefields,
I use their armour,
their plighted karma,
and step where hope
unravels drama
For I am proud,
am to be won,
by only they
who embrace the sun
in all its colours
which safely blaze,
in promise
of much better days
Days when you and I,
my friend,
shall sit in peace
on our cherished bench
and love, and dream
in moonlight’s beam
which lifts our souls,
we are more than we seem
Yes, the shapes and colours
of my dreams,
they are my hope,
my ‘wish to be’s,
I carry them always,
stitched in my seams.
