Abstract and misunderstood
So few know. So few could.
The true colors known only to me.
And I, for one, have eyes to see.
Many faces and many tones.
Which are theirs and which our own?
Who are lovers and who are friends?
Who's left out and who's let in?
In your colors I seem dark.
A masterpiece or a work of art.
Within are things that rarely show.
Without the things that I used to know.
But you cannot see the things that I do.
We do not share the same point of view.
You can see me and I see you.
I am your reflection.
In your darkness I am the light
with colored words in black and white.
I wish that you could have this sight.
I am your Kandinski.
1 comment:
I went straight to this poem. It leaves me speechless. You really are good. I remembered you talking of it last night.
Kate
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