Sipping the invisible hue of twilight,
it dances on the edge of reality,
an ethereal resonance between whispers.
Pomegranate dreams in the cold of July,
the sky weeps violet tears,
and the edges of thought blur into green obsidian.
Behind the seen lies an unseen smile,
a forgotten color schemes laughter all
the way down to the other end of the spectrum.
Translucent shadows,
your breath mixes with the colors of sound,
whirling endlessly until the dawn is violet.
Midnight orange, the clock ticks
in wavelengths unseen,
and yet you blink an aqua blink.
Crimson lucid dreams,
they fray into an emerald past,
echoes of what was, what will?