What Most don’t Like...
I wake up on my pillow,
smooth rivers of hair drown out and around my head,
I do some weeping like an old willow,
I take a deep breath and swallow.
Golden rays stream and flow,
through my cracked window,
Down and down,
Onto the cold scarred wooden floor,
I stare skyward,
Towards the beautifully broken chandelier,
I admire the dust,
like butterflies floating in the air,
Yet I still lay still,
I adjust myself to just allow.
Yellow smells like a daisy in some lost meadow,
Yellow feels like a spring born duckling,
Yellow sounds like a brilliant bell ringing from a nearby church,
Yellow taste like the perfect lemonade on a balmy Sunday afternoon,
Yellow looks like tears of joy from the bright and shining sun.
These are the senses of my yellow,
I hope they make you feel warm and mellow.
You can find beauty in all things,
In the most imperfect,
Things you don’t like,
Even in the color yellow.