Colors
What do they see?
Twinkles across my eyes.
The sky above, colored with love,
enrapturing and blissful.
Blue sun's rays shower and settle
like a sea of delicate sapphire light.
And in the distance, alien, sits a world of light
made anew.
Worlds of color vie for supremacy; Wars are fought,
and kingdoms change.
Their greatest weapon?
Their most destructive enemy?
Me.
You.
Them.
I see them a true Violet now; from there, a deathly green.
What do they see?
I fear my work.
I fear my results.
Beauty rains down upon from above,
scattering itself upon my hand,
taking nest within my pupils.
But.
Do they see?
What do they see?