It is the colour of the sea
when you know storm's coming
And the sailor's won't be able to make it.
And the colour hope turns when they don't.
It is the colour of light when it's falling upon you,
The colour of life when it's stumbling through.
It is the colour of night right in the middle
And the colour of sight distorted by diddle.
It is the colour of hunger
And poverty's face.
The colour of blind progress
And fear of pace
-by NM
I can see your tears
even when you smile.
I respect your fears
& know that you are fragile.
I can hear your moans
over that music
& see your bones
below that skin thick.
I know the reason, behind your glee.
Know you don't belong here, yes I can see.
Everything you have been through was not easy.
You were a little piece of paper and everything quite breezy.
Yet you kept hold of the ground.
And without yourself a new one found.
Whatever you do dear, you cannot fool me.
Able to read through I'll always be.
From me you cannot hide a thing
the laugh, the patience, the cry, the rage.
After all you are not a human being
but just one unsubstantial mirror image.
- by NM
