The Coloured Shadows

The simplest language, the deepest verse
A kaleidoscope of  hues and colours
Of long empty years and forgotten mysteries
Speaking of love, a fragile, shining bubble,
Hollow nevertheless
Breaking into an abrupt rhythm 
Of innate dreams and fiery desires
Reciting the tiny beats of the sleeping rainbows
And the shrill cries of the distant dawns.
Narrating tales of colour, of time, of ink, of loathe, of hearts.
Stopping but for a second
To unwind the throbbing nerves
Only to start the lyrical ode again
With desperate black fervour
Speaking silently of places
Enveloped in uncanny violet skies.
The symphony of a tortured soul,
Coloured with timid yet profound expression