Beauty is a palette of many hues
I dance as I run, imbued by you.
The gorgeous dawn above your cheek,
glistens and falls from jaw line to speak.
A scurry of colours around time and panache,
burgundy worn and pistachio sash.
Derived from the sands of earth's oldest pain,
to drain and wash and wish again.
Creator if we had obeyed would you have shared
that knowledge of self and life prepared.
The answer is No and Maker knows best.
What's the point of obedience if there is no test.
I find myself remarkably buoyant
Exclaiming aloud and living defiant.
Blending the Nej'd and Nasrani like this
as we walk painting into the abyss.
