These are the colors
In the shades that I fell for you
And the brush of your gifted touch

The glow of the snow
The crackle of our shoes
The hues of your laughter 
And your blues.

A towering city
Over our dirty room
Bundled against a creamy moon

Am I blind
To throw behind
My other senses
I spend time
Behind my old
Defenses 

These are the colors
In the shades that I fell for you
And the brush of your gifted touch
 
 the earth in your iris
The strength of your virus
Taken  for granted when I took you.

Break the branches
Grow the chances

These are the colors
In the shades that I fell for you
And the brush of your gifted touch
 
The mellow of sunrise 
The yellow of your sighs 
The shine of the drop in the morning dew    

Put me on you palette
And canvas

The Fall

A.A.