Her heart was a harmonious red
It was the color of the burning sun that rose that morning
It was the color of the leaves of the flaming tree outside of her window
It was the color of the cardinal that had landed on her windowsill
His blazing chest the color of pyrope garnet
It was the color of the crimson rose we had watched blossom together
The one that never made it to the end of spring—
It was the color of her cheeks after laughing like no tomorrow
It was the color of the felicity caught in the frames of our photographs
It was the color of memories, of the old bandages smeared with our blood
We thought our tale would be one of joie de vivre, of eternal gaiety
It was the color of the heart of the girl that I had left behind
her heart was a color i remembered.
Her hair was an ardent orange
It was the aftertaste from an unripe apricot
It was the color of the fresh cantaloupe she picked in the summertime
It was the color of the salmon that never made it upstream
It was the color of the pelagic coral that lost its alluring titian glow
It was the color of our masquerade masks as we danced, forevermore
It was the color of the alstroemerias she kept in her house
Her hair was a sweet auburn; the color of old amber
Echoing the deep glow of the sun like a sphalerite gem
her hair was a color i could not forget.
Her hands were a reminiscent yellow
They were the color of a dragon’s golden scales
They were the color of her cymophane bracelet she never took off
They were the color of the lemon tree that thrived in her backyard
They were the bursts of halcyon in the heart of a plumeria
They were the color of the buttercream of the cupcakes we had shared
They were the color of the honey and the butterscotch pudding
They were the color of the sun she bathed in down by the garden
They were the gold that reflected off her eyes when she smiled at me
They were the color of the ambrosia as she laughed with the gods
They were the color of my long auricomous hair as they laid in her grasp
She always held a pusillanimous guilt in her hands, I never did know why
her hands were a color that stained my own.
Her eyes were a luminous green
They were the color of the beryl envy that twisted her entire being
They were the color of the regrets that she never forgot
They were the color of the endless viridescent fields of wishes
The ones covered in clovers, though we were never one for luck
They were the color that she only saw in her dreams
They were the color of the pale willow green of the whispering wind
They were the color of the voice that pulled her to the sea that day
They were the color of the overgrown verdigris jungle that I see in her
Her eyes were made of lachrymose idocrase
The ones that shine like pale prasiolite in the light
her eyes were a color that i could not understand.
Her voice was a euphonious blue
It was the saxe of the sky that she swam in
It was the lapis lazuli of the sea that she flew in
It was the morning glories and irises that she picked at the crack of dawn
It was the loving way she looked into my aquamarine eyes
It was the color of the downcast weather the day everything went wrong
I had hoped that day would end sooner, now I wish it never ended at all
It was the color of the droplets that dripped down her father’s face
It was the color of the rain that drenched us to the bone that day
It was the color of the ceremonial cerulean of her flowing dress
The one that she took from the back of my indigo closet
It was the color of her laugh as she danced on the horizon
It held the monotonous fear that was never too far behind
We never meant to go that far that day
her voice was a color i could not explain.
Her soul was an abyssal purple
It was the color of bruises that covered her knees from racing on the beach
It was the violet of her innermost sorrows, the ones she’d only voiced to me
It was the periwinkle of my thoughts of her that crowded my mind
It was the mauve of the gradually rising music that meant more words
It was the color of the haunting violin that echoed off the clouds
Her soul was the lilacs and the lavenders and the forget-me-nots
The gleaming petals of the flowers I left at her grave
It was the amethyst tears that clouded my vision and my breath
It was the color of the hopeless waves that washed against the shore.
It was the color of the dolefully empty feeling in my chest
It was the amaranthine that swallowed me as I stepped into the foam
It was the last color I remembered as I joined her
her soul was a color only i could remember
Incredibly moving! Such an emotional read!