True Colours

This human wine of ignorance

washing through my veins towards

a heart divine, dyeing me

in the colours of forgetfulness,

'yours' and 'mine',

that blind our togetherness

and bind our separation.

Yet in the centre, there is a seed

from the yearning soil inside creation,

pristine and unborn.

From here I slowly bleed

a river of true colours

I have never worn.

Falling as tears

and rising as sighs,

I hope they reach

your most tender cheeks

and make us blood brothers

in the springs of your

innermost eyes.