Came in with a colourful mind,
Basked colour but didn't know names.
Built homes not with bricks but legos.
Bright yellows, reds and blues.
64 box crayons, plus sharpener.
Never a 34 crayon box, Stubborn.

Fancied mother's yellow sun dress,
Way the skies changed by the minute,
Orange crimson and cerulean sapphire.
Autumn shades and hues; Awing.
Butterscotch, gold, dandelion and corn.
Always curious and wanting change.

Bronze footsteps into my vibrant life,
Kaleidoscope for an inquisitive soul.

Painted my rainbows a shade,
Shade different than yours.
Can I be the rainbow in your sky?
Lips- tincture of soft rouge, not pink.
Your smile, dimple on caramel cheeks.
Pearl white teeth in perfect pictures.

We're like a wild color clash,
I'm the coral, flamingo and rose,
Everything so delicate and bright.
Cinnamon, coffee and grease, you.
A perfect chaotic bipolar opposite.
Painting a grand master piece.

Like the diverse leaves of autumn,
I fell for your colours in the fall.

Little did I know, you're Janus-faced,
Colours are infected by neighbours.
I suddenly become a part of your past,
And my world's just black and white.
Just like those striking eyes of yours,
While mine are ocean blue but stale.

You swept all colours off my life,
Wrecking- blood red, I am color blind.
Now I wear black, look like midnight,
Awaiting my coffee, cinnamon wolf.
That howls finally, loud and plaintive.
Begging me back, I think.

Wait a minute, I'm midnight.
Not the victorious silver full moon.