Friday, July 17, 2009

Color Pulse

There is love in my heart
a sound
a song
a taste of sweet colors

Chords crash through my mind
A rainbow hides 'neath my eyelids
I feel light melting from my fingers
Sound spraying through my mind

Close your eyes!
Black canvas all around
Sprayed full with life
formed full by passion's eye

A song beats through my heart
it claps about my ears
I see the sound in full color
I feel the song in deepest depth

I have no way to express the song
for no music do I play
The song is what I see 
The sound is color, the notes manifest

The rhythm of  life
longs to be birthed by a vessel
The song that longs to be seen, heard
is trapped because of deaf ears

The breath of the ages
The song all of nature sings
is made mute
by our untrained, unseeing eyes

The colors of the sky's pulse
never pierce our conscience eye
The synesthetic throb of the worlds
is drowned out by our counter-babel

My eyes know, and open to see
What songs the world sings
My heart is open to the pulse all 'round me 
In it, I will thrive with life

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009