See the orange sky With the purple velvet ocean Below it The grass so red, it seems to bleed A yellow dragonfly stops to pass the time Of day With the maroon-colored octopus Dragonfly, come stay with me In the comfort of my home Beneath the trees so blue And the mountains so small, I should love to hear your travels. Dear octopus, I fear I must not The sun white as oil Shall soon be below the valley, That is time for me to fly Off to the Land of Gray. Where is this land of gray you speak of? Is it near the Seas of Violet, where the wind has color and brushes your face so majestically you feel as though you haven't been changed for life? Or is it far from the Rolling Clouds, built in the sky, only to fall to the heavens where few can reach its doves and dragons all in peaceful slumber beneath the tropical blue birds keeping an ever so vigilant watch in the night? Dragonfly's face fell as he spoke of the sadness Octopus knew not of Nay. The land of which I speak has nothing to do with the places of perfection you know so well. Tis neither near or far from the Seas of Violet or the Rolling Clouds My land is in another world A world that holds me captive There is no contrast, no color To light the night or dim the day But there is gray. I see no gray in your world friend Only blue, and purple, and red and others I have shades of the black and the white rolled into one They invade my sight even hear Where the richness is blinding even to those who can not see. Why must you return to this place of nothingness? I implore you, Stay the night in my home The floors are golden and the ceiling silver, shiny, sparkles, specks of wonder. How do you speak of the only things you've known with such appreciation? Not for me, is the life full of pastels, and deep forestry shades You see, my friend, I have traveled to the extremes of both I can not return to your world again If so, I would be plagued with the visions of grayness I have become so accustomed to I have seen too much to pretend that this world is my own. Dragonfly shed a tear Not for his own sake, but for Octopus Who believed what he saw among the orange sky and the velvet ocean the bleeding grass Dragonfly scoffed at his own excuses He would have rejoiced to stay in the home Beneath the trees so blue and the mountains so small But to do that, would be to risk The ignorant Octopus's bliss Dragonfly could never live with the guilt Of destroying the illusion of the color in the Octopus's eye For where he stood, was the Land of Gray of which He spoke. Dragonfly took one last look At the gray sky and the gray ocean The gray grass And flew off into the distant gray horizon Octopus watched him Deep in thought Then returned to the velvet sea In his mind's eye To live among the colors for eternity.
Reason for writing:
The reason I wrote this poem is the same as the reason I write any other poem- to express an underlying emotion. What this emotion is, is a matter of interpretation for the reader to decide. I dare not say what I think it means, for, in some way, that might harm your honest opinion on it. Contact me if you like it. (Or if you hate it.)
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