color fragmentations

is it blue, the color of remembrance, sky blue, baby blue
the many colors of a rainbow become the reflections of love;
the past too has a color, the hue of infinity blends with an echo
and the reverberance of every heartbeat takes the color of the midday sun

the colors of the sounds of words burns in the midnight sky
the sound of my voice, your voice, is the golden red of a winter morning
streams of the spirit's light create the spectrum of feelings--
the energy of love and affection, the force of desire and longings
all these blend in bursts of atoms and electrons against the sun's rays.

(C) Gustavo Adolfo

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