today I haven’t a poetic thought in my head
matter of fact no thought at all
just feelings which like coloured liquids
I would collect and put in bottles
labelled sorrow joy indecision fear
love
is that the purple one over there you ask
no that is called desire
love is a colour I have no name for
it is the base colour of the vibrating universe
it is the rarest colour to collect
and I have only one small droplet
yet in that pearl is an endless ocean
can you have it you ask
of course
it is yours
I give it freely
[first posted 21 Sep. 2013]
Reblogged this on Another Way of Saying.
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