A Lyrical Delusion

If you Stripped away your layers and saw your soul,
Would it be colourful or black as coal?

I have many colours you see,
From the dark of the night, to the green of a tree.

A rainbow of colours in the most beautiful view,
From green- the colour of nature and of love of all I’ve been through.

To the yellowy gold of the fires that burn inside,
Of strength, of freedom that I don’t hide.

To the blue of my voice that hums and sings,
That allows me to communicate to give me wings.

To the orange of my sexuality and sensual pleasure,
That rises in me like a long lost treasure.

To the red that grounds me, like a rooted tree,
That no wind can knock over with true stability.

To indigo- a hidden eye,
That helps guide me but will never lie.

To violet or white, the crown on my head,
That knows all, from what is seen to what is said.

All colours in balance, and a beautiful flow,
Of chakras balanced that allow you to know.
To shine so bright and glow and gleam,
Because life isn’t always as it may seem.

Colour is everywhere and I can’t help but stare,
It reminds me of nature, the nature of me,
And the things that connect us, that we can’t always see.

Like the blue of the ocean that can be seen in my eyes, or way up high, in the cloudless skies.

Or the white-gold in my hair, that is like the sun, that dances around when it comes undone.

The beige freckles on my body, that I pretend are stars,
So if I lose my way, they will shine away the scars.

The green on the leaves and the bark of the tree,
Are my friends that help me be free.

I’m a hippie of sorts, and my colours are strong,
As I like to dance along to nature’s song.

When I shut my eyes, there’s colour and light,
It flows and weaves in the most beautiful sight.

Colour has taste and sometimes a sound,
It can dazzle or sing or leave you spellbound.

Every colour is beautiful and appears in my soul,
For an absence of colour wouldn’t let me feel whole.
From blue to green, to yellow, to red,
They’re with me from the moment I wake till I go to bed.
But even my dreams aren’t black and white,
There’s colour with me even through the night.

Tear after year, year after year,
The visions, the truth the lifelong seer,
Many worlds I have seen,
Long before I was ever a teen.

Gifted, clever and full of wisdom,
A woman of wonder from a long lost kingdom,
An ancient before time even began,
Living each day the best she can.

Fighting to get away from the lies,
So one day she can soar through the skies,
With wings on her back in a world more free,
Yet why does it feel she needs more clarity.

A mystic, a witch, a wild woman for sure,
Sexual, sensual that no force can cure.
It’s not a disease but a beauty and flow,
A feeling , a sense, something you just know.

No man could ever restrain such a beauty,
Because that would only ever be cruelty.
They could never take her fire,
As this isn’t something that could never expire.

Water, earth, fire and air, talk to her in a silent way,
They keep her stable each and every day.

A rarity, unique and one of kind,
A strong individual that no one could subdue or bind.
One day she will spread and wings and fly,
Feeling the wind on her face as she fly’s by.

Once upon a time I learned to fly,
I’d jump of a cliff and into the sky,
Never worrying about falling or being harmed,
Because the wind on the wings was something that calmed.

From fire to water, to air to earth,
There’s little that didn’t offer a rebirth,
The feeling of a breath, or the grass beneath your feet,
The coolness of water, or the sound of the beat.

The music of nature that not all will choose to hear,
That moment of peace with absolute no fear.
The colours, the sun, the moon and the sky,
There’s little you dont experience when you can fly.