Shades Of Our Hearts
Sometimes our hearts cascade in shades,
All colours masked like seasoned seas,
A blossomed tree that's sparcely thorned,
A hero in life yet bravery scorned.
Each colour lets a story unfold,
Whether kept inside or fortuitously told,
And within each shaded darker place,
A secret fills a contemporary space.
Conspicuous shades of gentle greys,
Need never compare to the brighter days,
The warmer reds and orange hues,
Speak of happy days in stiletto shoes.
Although the shades speak loud and clear,
The gentler tones we hardly hear,
But there they rest complete in view,
To remind us what we need not undo.