The color of a soul, is it like a rainbow?

 I invite you to listen to my mp3 recording of this poem to the music of Amr Diab.
Just click here to play it: “The Color Of A Soul.mp3”

The color of a soul, is it like a rainbow?
Does it change with seasons, decades and living life?
Or is it one constant hue that perhaps mirrors,
all those subtle flecks of hope and dreams, and strife?

I saw yours, I saw it when you thought I wasn’t looking
The color that jumped out at me and cried,
“I am alive and living inside an oh so tiring time
Understand this is my true shade deep inside.”

When you marched over mountains, your color warmed you
Laying in your bed it made you sleepless on haunted full moon nights
It brought you brilliance and impatience, and a solitary path
Like hot embers it glowed inside you, and lit your inner light.

I saw yours, I saw it when you thought I wasn’t looking
The color that jumped out at me and cried
“I am alive and living inside such an exciting time
Understand this is my true shade deep inside.”

I think we have a color that carries through the seasons
It could be heady white or dreamy whimsey shades of blue
but some souls, glow in quarries of a deep creative passion
inflamed in orange-splashed red, and one I see that has this kind is you.

Karima Hoisan
July 6, 2011
Heresy of The Intimate Kitely

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