colors

I remember there was green,

Open spaces, 

A yellow dream, 

With summer air to breath.

I remember there was blue, blue was there too. 

When I slipped away, 

Like a beautiful storm, 

The yellows, greens, and blues

Left and turned to gray. 

People paint pictures 

Of the colors they see,

It doesn’t bother me much,

I forget half the people I meet. 

Because not every color

Is what it seems,

And not every person, 

Can see vibrant dreams,

But that will never fade,

The colors of me.