Colour of the Cornflower.
You are the colour of the cornflower
and the smile upon the baby's lips
You are the song of the bird ouside my window
and the stream that runs run through the forest.
You call to me on a tender breeze
redolent with the scent of night jasmine
but when I seek You inside my heart
a thousand distracting thoughts
obscure You from my mind.
I rush about frantically
but cannot find you anywhere.
What game are You playing?
You show yourself to me in all the beautiful forms of the world
and the passing drama of the seasons
in the colourful visions of artists and in the songs of poets
but when I close my eyes in meditation you laugh and slip away
and scold that I must follow
- Oh, but where have You gone to?
You are the colour of the cornflower
and the smile upon the baby's lips
You are the song of the bird ouside my window
and the stream that runs run through the forest.
You call to me on a tender breeze
redolent with the scent of night jasmine
but when I seek You inside my heart
a thousand distracting thoughts
obscure You from my mind.
I rush about frantically
but cannot find you anywhere.
What game are You playing?
You show yourself to me in all the beautiful forms of the world
and the passing drama of the seasons
in the colourful visions of artists and in the songs of poets
but when I close my eyes in meditation you laugh and slip away
and scold that I must follow
- Oh, but where have You gone to?
The Poets Garret
WildCity Writers' Workshop
Poetry Challenges
Selected Poetry
