It Matches the Color
of Your Eyes
You tell me to sort through the colors of my mind
To venture into a sea of blank slates and dark night skies
without
their twinkling diamonds
To make music out of the chaos roaring inside my head
To separate the black from white
To stay away from the looming patch of gray
Right there in the crooked corner
That coos my name
But beyond that silver of the moon’s shade
My sapphire orbs capture a different spectrum
And it matches the color of your eyes.
