Colours and Silences...

I'll give you some red..just a sprinkling. I'll let it run slowly between my fingers into your outstretched palm. I'll let the sun play tricks with your eyes so that it looks crimson one instant and fiery orange the next.

I'll let you feel the sun against your face and I'll let it conjure up visions behind your closed eyes. I'll let you feel the silken red touch of a rose petal dipped with dew.

I'll let you feel the heat of the red brick pavement burning your feet as you run across it , I'll let you imagine the crimson splash of the sun as it sets into the sea of your dreams .

I'll let you finger the silk of your red shawl as you drape it over your head to shield yourself from the sun and feel the dark red coolness like wet vermilion splayed across your palm.

And as the clouds gather I'll give you some blue. I'll sprinkle it all over and let it become the droplets drenching you.

I'll sprinkle it faster and let it become the spray you always imagined, the sea spray of the bluish milkish water caressing your feet and I'll let you feel the cool grayish blue of the slippery rocks as you hold on to them.

I'll let you soak yourself in the inky blackness of the night sky in the desert and the cool sparkle of the full moon.

I'll let you run the sand between your fingers, blue or brown. And I'll let you dwell on slate grey thoughts and inkish blue desires.

I'll spray the air with green, adding water to the colour. I'll take you to hope, to freshness to newness to palm fronded aspirations, to grass rooted beliefs, to patina tinted memories.

I'll let you mix the colours and paint your own story.