You are the colours of my dreams,
From the red through to the green.
But green is all you give.
Not a verdant green of spring
But a muddy, earthbound olive.
Red, the colour of our first madcap summer,
Running through fields with love at our heels,
Your vermillion dress chasing the breeze.
Green was our last winter, spent
Walking the same fields, hope frozen and in tow
Your olive quilt coat staining the snow.
But between the green and the red
Many colours swirl — the burnt umber of our last autumn,
The brushed copper of Vermont, the sea blue of Marseille,
Washed with the golden sands of Fort Bay.
And yet, the muted green is all I see
When night revisits again.
It dominates, dims, and intervenes,
Obliterates all other hues until my dreams are subdued.
But I will wait for the green to fade
And reveal again the colours it obscures.
Until then I will drown in my olive sea,
Dive deep beneath its waves of sad regret,
For somewhere in that ocean there is you.