Seeking In ShadowsWalking as softly as if walking on water,Yet quieter and gentler than the kindest of the winds.She looks for him in the shadows of the night,She knows him to be part of places that have pools of darknessThe one changing with hours of the day, and the unseen shadows with in the vacant of light.The shadows are treacherousYet have some unswayed wise-ness to them,To her they provided more comfort, than sitting beneath the brightest of the sky...
...I miss the summer in your eyes,the sweep of light and glimmer of lifethat whispers to my heart.
What is color?"I wish to play with color,""what is color","Color is what I paint with, what I fill my drawings with.""Is it something solid, is it something you can have?" "Yes it is, my favorite color is red.""Red? I have heard of red, and blue. Are they colors?""Yes they are. Here take some red" "It smells like your hands, and its soft. Is that what red is?'"No.