I awoke under the neon green stars

Plastered to my old bedroom ceiling

Always up before the orange ball of fire,

I pulled back the sheer magenta curtains,

My pudgy arms stretching farther than four years allowed

The violet walls of my room sent their salutations again

And I smiled at the fuzzy, white Furby staring back at me

 

A pearly white dresser invited me to prepare for the day

Standing taller than I did, its drawers slid open

I threw on a teal T-shirt and blue denim shorts,

Reached for the frigid, brass doorknob,

And shook Grampa awake next door

He gave a sleepy smile, his white hair as fluffy as Furby's

And squinted in the yellow glow reflected by the walls

 

Golden scrambled eggs sat on my plate

In her mint green robe sat sweet Nuni next to me,

Hundreds of pink curlers still nested in her gray hair

As somnolence glazed in her hazel eyes, the black box illuminated

Orange, green, and cerulean channels flashed before us

We tuned in to a periwinkle dog I came to adore

My charcoal eyes took in the wonders of animation

 

Once the dandelion rays of sun took flight,

I took Grampa out in the archaic yard with my beige bat

Where he taught me to hit a home run or two

With a faded old ball and a heart of gold

His red plaid shirt enveloped me in love after every hit

A small family under an infinite baby blue roof

 

Now as I write these words in purple ink

My pink lips turn upwards into a warm smile

At the blues

The reds

The yellows

The sacred colors of the mind I left behind

Shine in an immortal spectrum I see in everything

 

~(7/23/14)