Color

DO YOU SEE THE BEAUTY OF THIS COLOR
IS IT CLEAR THERE IS NO SPARK
EVERYWHERE EXCEPT BEYOND THE IRIS
YOU SHADE LIFE WITH THE BREATH OF TREES
WHEN WE DRINK YOU IN,  EVERYTHING FLOWS
BUT THERE'S NO SOUND EMANATING FROM YOUR HEART
FEELING THE SMOOTHNESS OF YOUR LINES
MAKES TOUCHING YOU DIVINELY INANE
THROUGH OUR NOSE SORTED SMELLS HAVE ESCAPED
TO BE CAPTURED IN THE SKY ON GODS PALLET
WE HUNGER FOR YOU THROUGH CHEAP RECREATIONS
ON OUR CLOTHES WITH LARGE BUTTONS AND LUXURIOUS LAPELS
FLOWERS ARE THE FRIENDS OF YOUR GREATEST WORKS
THE STEPCHILDREN WHO'VE LEARNED OF YOU WE CALL ARTISTS
CUTS REVEAL YOU AS FROM RED TO DARK YOU BECOME
AS COATS OF YELLOW AND BLACK STRIPES FLY STRAIGHT
YOU'RE THEIR PROTECTOR AS YOU REVEAL THE NECTAR'S
OUR TONGUES WOULD NEVER DELIGHT TO SUCKLE
WITH YOU THERE TO PAINT THE PICTURE FOR US TO SEE
AS OUR GREATEST GIFT TO BE SEEN BUT NEVER HEARD