Tripping

I am not made of the colours of man
I  am the emerald green of the forest
I am the deepest blue that through rivers ever ran
I am the pool of water in the corner of your eye that hints at an unseen  paradise

The warmth slowly drains from my skin
Seeps into the world, I feel it give birth and begin
I feel them gain life and breath, my kin.

Dripping
And dripping
And forever ever
Singing and sinking
Singing and sinking and singing.

Life blood dripped in colours across my skin is all I was
Washed away in a vision and clouded again by loveliness.
Creatures walk these paths, that I do not know
But I know now more than ever that these paths are my home

Home
Home
Him and her and home.

And all was well, amongst this broken citadel
For we had found, here a common ground.