Yellow Is The colour

Yellow flowers

greet 
the rising sun

and 
become
 one

with the waxing moon.
 Long 
are the hours
of 
the torrid afternoon.

 A little 
torment
a little 
pain

of passion 
unspent.
Drenched 
in rain
 a potent soul
makes me whole
again
ⒸRose

No one Hears

everyone listens

but nobody hears

a cheek glistens

with silent tears

shouting won't make

a blind man see

crying won't ease

the misery

colours are fading

turning to grey

shadows are braiding

the last light of day

a monochrome halo

hangs in the sky

the scornful echo

of a seagulls cry

night keeps its vigil

so paint your dreams

amongst clouds dismal

a miracle gleams

night brings its silence

that deadens and deafens

night brings its own sentence 

........nobody listens.......

ⒸRose