‘tis neutral shades that rule the day
like women who are known to be
without, within, and round about
the dictates of a mortal life.
like women who are known to be
without, within, and round about
the dictates of a mortal life.
The colour swatch of passion, grief,
awaits a willingness to be
pushed and pulled and swung around
the totem pole of happenings.
awaits a willingness to be
pushed and pulled and swung around
the totem pole of happenings.
There is no wish to ride the wave
of wanting, needing, wishing for
a better “this", a grander “that",
and a love not meant to be.
of wanting, needing, wishing for
a better “this", a grander “that",
and a love not meant to be.
And neutral welcomes in the night
to sleep within that state of mind
but soon the dawn cancels all
and colour is again the norm.
to sleep within that state of mind
but soon the dawn cancels all
and colour is again the norm.
Neutral prays, indeed it does,
to stay within the colour wheel
but in the field of all it feels
to not be tainted by the world.
to stay within the colour wheel
but in the field of all it feels
to not be tainted by the world.
The world, the world, the thief of love,
and taker of essential grace,
show your colours but desist
from imbuing the unique!
and taker of essential grace,
show your colours but desist
from imbuing the unique!