You were painting rainbows all along...
And I was colorblind.
You taught me how to see it...
Until I finally could, in time.
You hand me your brush...
So I could paint mine.
But I was too scared to hold it...
Scared I might destroy your work so fine.
You said - "just feel the colors"...
But I was afraid I might lose it once I touched something so divine.
Until I am on the verge of losing you...
Or maybe I already lost you along the way.
Or were you never really there?
But I thought it was real.
It felt real.
Until oblivion is all it gets.
Dreams of you fading away.
Like a cloud that settles in the day.
But you will always be my rainbow... giving me hope.
You will always be my sunset... forever so beautiful, beautiful soul.
You will forever be my shooting star... that never fell.
My moon that shines to light my darkest days.
You're the heaven that I have known.
Footnotes:
Heaven I Have Known was an open poetry that I wrote years ago which I never dared to close. Maybe the time was not right back then, or maybe it was a wrong inspiration that I knew to my heart I am writing it half-hearted for him. It was really not about him. It was never him.
Until the right inspiration came.
The poetry is done I guess.
He came into my life so long ago so I could finish what I have started.
It was a journey with so many people along the way but I'm still searching that face in the faceless crowd.
The empty chair reserved just for that soul.
I believe that people come and go.
They leave nothing but traces of lessons and inspirations.
But there will always be that one exception. The one who showed the real colors. The one who spoke the true language only you could understand and you can't talk to others anymore... No, not the way you talk to each other. The one who gave everything under the heavens a meaning. The one that is all that matters.
And to me it was with that one beautiful soul I met along.
Sometimes I think I was born at the wrong time. But who am I to question the fate. So I just carry on.
So here's a poetry that I could say with my whole heart that it is for him.
Not half-hearted.
Not equivocal.
Not ambiguous.
But one honest...
True...
Sincere...
Poetry for only one person.