The Splash on Walls
I thought of painting my walls with colours bright and gay
A Splash of Sunrise from the European May,
Some lusty green from the African Bay,
A heart of dreamy red; seductive on the lover’s bed.
I rather chose to paint with words;
Some new, some known of distant whispers and near roars.
I searched for the most proper sound;
But only murmurs came of my heart’s vault—
Of pent up tears and heart ridden cries,
Of lost dreams and how love passed by,
Unnoticed songs never sung,
Uncared portraits that all went wrong,
I looked around my silent room in search of colours bright and gay,
To my awe my wall had turned all dark and grey.