Monotonous Vision

The yellows, the pinks, the blues-- 
All of the lively hues 
Of our imaginations 

They dance silently 
As we color the world 
With our homely realisms 

Refusing to paint the sky, 
Paint it our own color, 
We live in black and white. 

Our words, actions, and beliefs 
They are high or low, hot or cold 
No greens, reds, or violets to be seen. 

Our eyes do not see color. 
Our ears do not hear music. 
Our feet do not dance. 

All the while our imaginations whispering 
"The yellows, the pinks, the blues-- 
Let me paint the world with MY hues."  

Monotonous Vision

The yellows, the pinks, the blues-- 
All of the lively hues 
Of our imaginations 

They dance silently 
As we color the world 
With our homely realisms 

Refusing to paint the sky, 
Paint it our own color, 
We live in black and white. 

Our words, actions, and beliefs 
They are high or low, hot or cold 
No greens, reds, or violets to be seen. 

Our eyes do not see color. 
Our ears do not hear music. 
Our feet do not dance. 

All the while our imaginations whispering 
"The yellows, the pinks, the blues-- 
Let me paint the world with MY hues."  

"Waking Up"

My heart is burning
With an unshakable yearning
To make a new discovery.

Through the branches and the willows,
I can see from my pillow
The light of something greater.

Awakening arises in me--
This is the day I can be
The one who makes
A new discovery.