Do you believe in the colors that rise and set in the desert with each rotation? They seem to wash over you with secret intentions. Intentions that will always be lost on the unsuspecting, bringing restless minds to those rocks with souls who turn their back to face the dark shadows. It's lost on you, the colors tap on your shoulder eager for your eyes to be upon them once again.
The Shadows
It's what you find yourself in once again as the fire beneath reveals the darkness. What you see is a life being played out in front of you on the cascading rocks. Images appear in your mind, shadows dance in a hysterical fashion imitating you the way only black and grey can. Wrapped in the Granite shadowed hands, scathed by darkness, hoping the impact is minimal. Breaking free from fixating fingertips yearning to hold you below the surface. You now know a tap on the shoulder was an invitation to open your eyes, but it's to late. You have chosen to bleed across the desert leaving a trail only the moon can follow. Colors rise and no trace can be found, do we all succumb to the shadows?
The Colors
Squinting with lips beginning to curl as the colors trace your skin, a rising sensation hovers you with light creating a trail of unmistakable colors. Now you know why your eyes must be open, simply put but also simply mistaken. You are quickly saturated with dust, not yet immune to the innocence of those who bathe in the colors. It happens in an instant, a quick reaction filled with child like curiosity as arms wrap you in the reflection of the light. As the comfort sets in, an unannounced fear hides within that you must know has to end. You cannot choose to ignore the blistering pace in which your changing emotions appear in the light. A distance that must be kept for selfish ambitions that you cannot share in the setting sun. The colors fade into magentas and purples that imitate the darkness, mocking the oncoming shadows that has found fear, goodbye colors, it's time to dance with the shadows.
The feeling of a shared existence is what keeps you in this constant rotation of indecision. A path that follows you, you have always wondered why it's the other way around. Forget about letting yourself be influenced by the change and choose to live in both the colors and shadows. You figure you cannot have one without the other.
