Juxtaposed
from the red of the rose
is the purple of bruises
that the heart knows

The green salty sea
with its frothy white foam
make a home for the traveler
looking to be

Yet no ample blue
skies stretching out
can ever undo
orange shades of doubt

To home through the night
with a palate dark
every weary soul
must eventually embark

From a prism of pondering
and a watercolor start
we follow our dreams
with multi-focal hearts