FINGER PAINTS

A HUE OF BLUE A friend and I, Colors rule Abundant blues own my beating carmine. a lighting design of a million hues compliments our stage of wooden varnishes. It's passionate reds designed set Written, Directed, Produced and Performed by Nature Our Mother Our Creator. Under the heat of Gold barefoot on beige grains I hold her fallow fingers A Friend true sapphire. Bite Viridian Rind surrounded Amaranth juices magnolia and blush flow And finally we touch magenta and wave a tea rose goodbye. Friends true. I stay in the multi-colored safety of this very real daydream. Watch an eggplant sunset our mother by my side. In time stroll home the yellow bright of before is now retired. This ebony eve an intense black is lamp lit, at least a guided path, all else an eerie void of view. So I march to a silent beat. Reflect on a colored day. Thank a colorful heaven for my angel pure. A friend held my flesh, rose glassed my depressed state, and I make it through another cobalt day Armand Hamouth