Red or blue,
If only I knew
What kind of color you are,
My inner compass.
Maybe then
It would be easier
To catch the right wave
Or to jump off the other wave
That is better served
When carrying somebody else.
Color is a metaphor
For shape, or form, or motion.
It is a language of its own,
To decipher what the compass is saying.
And the only way
To get its message,
Is to feel it.
Feel it when it’s quiet time…
yulxc 