Colors refracted back to the eye – without colors true – in hue and form – regardless of our perceptions – nothing is born.
Desire dies in smouldering death – ashes burnt shades of grey – white to black – there is no turning back.
Imagination is quelled in waters clear – ideas crumple in invisible ink – while spirits shriek in silent screams
For what colors paint your dreams?
My choice is clear – if left to choose but one – then how could I choose other, than the multi-hued shades of the willow that weeps, at water’s edge, mourning the death of her colorful friends?
WP Daily Prompt: Local Color : Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?