Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 26, 2016

Foreign Colours~by Norman Wilson



Foreign Colours

I awake in a foreign colour of blue
So I might wake just to find you
Where the sallow sun lets out a sigh
With teardrops falling from the skies

I cannot change the folly
That changes the rain to shine
Just as I cannot change affections
Of a heart so distant to mine

Tender was my love that grew
Before the storm turned the skies of blue
Where seas of clouds did break away
Parting the heavens in darkest day

So dark was the daylight that was
That smothered the high points of our life
By the undertows of winds closing
The shutters of love from squalors of strife

She waits not for me in cold a breeze
As I run faceless in a crowd, just to seize
A smile or a glance looking back towards me
In a way to say, faceless man stop running please

Chanting sounds would wrestle in the air
Where storming skies would wave in dark seas
Then settle gently as rippling tides
As she wandered back to be by my side

All rights reserved 07/29/16
Norman Francis

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