Colorblind

Setting sun, falling sky and story progressed-
These writings will disolve with memories, absorbing these years-
Words that bleed with questions of purpose-
Purpose buried in the whitewash of my mind-

Disguised as some biblical angel-
You were a story that passed through my life-
An eternal phrase to the slate-
Still these lucid dreams haunt me, in the absense of clarity-

Bidding farewell to the prelude-
...I apologize for what haunts me-
As another season bends to catch me older-
Wondering where you are today-

The truth was, I was the one spent-
A sould treading water, from ash to memory, in a closterphobic life-
And thats what brings me here-
While the picture remains colorblind-