The Urbаn Prophet™ 5.0

Colours

Colours,
Never before seen, for that's what it felt like to me;
A million different names, for the chroma of the sea.
A macrocosm of flame, flecked with neon blue paint;
This whirlwind of life, that nothing can taint.

Colours,
A cosmic horde of green acid dreams,
March in formation, these aquanautic Marines.
Right by pass me they dart and they swim,
To some unheard rythm, that solemnly sings.

Colours,
A feeling of trespass, the kind left unsaid;
As Poseidon's subjects flit close to my head.
This loss of direction, knowing not where i belong;
Grabs my soul tightly, 'til I hear that sirens song.

Colours,
These flowing dark swirls, embolden my heart;
But the words don't come easy, knowing not where to start.
This muse of mine she teases me, with her scent of the Sea;
Her whispers unheard, 'cept for those unmeant for me.

Colours,
Smoothly ebb and slinks just past eyeshot;
Neither description nor metaphore, can easily be sought.
This epiphany of feelings could never be confined;
by these mere simple utterings, these words of mine.

Colours....