Color Of The World

Color Of The World

I raise my hands to capture an image.
Wrestle it into my camera
But it comes easily
Without a fight.
The color of the world
Calling.
Not the other way around.

But the other way around,
I am free and fighting.
In the company of
Stealth-mode shadows
Losing their color.
Lost.
I, alone, can not help me.

Somewhere, between Resting Dreams and Waking Time.
The Structures of my mind
Dissolve into the world.
The boundary of me and all else, is nothing.
The color of the world
Calling,
And it is my voice.