There you are on the patio sipping coffee,
an afternoon break, the smell of the aroma
swirling over your head and the suspending vapor
of it that I could taste lingers on.
I wish I could see the color of your thought,
I wonder if love is really bloody red, perhaps,
is it yellow when you laugh hard?
And in deep blue when you feel lonely is sad,
maybe even a rainbow of how lovely you are
when you are in shining, the radiant of you
had me in bliss, but for a while, I wasn't there
anymore, being with my own black feeling
leads me back to where there's nothing more
to see in the purity of loneliness.