Yet Unhappened

The colours of eternity

With whom all the promises of life are bound

With endless rage and subtle doubt

When our eyes are shut and hearts abound

Red, the colour of beauty

That gives life and baths our heart

Nurtutring our dreams and passions

The soul of erection and orgasm

The wine for death and bread

The petals for love and viking pain

Orange, the colour of bonding

That knots the blossom and bloom

And tends our dreams with sweetness

That preserves our secrets

And makes the now seem sweetest

Conquering our tommorow in today’s tempest

Yellow, the colour of friendship

That tours the soul of man

And arrests his sour misery

That tickles man’s tears

For every trouble that man is worth

Green, the colour of hope

With whom our tomorrow lies

As petals may or may not grow

That reflects our humanitty

And betrays our pride

Where creation is watching, where the mighty died

Blue, the colour of oeace

The prize of freedom

That sirens man’s imagination

And unleashes his thirst

That may never stand to be true

That may never see the end

Indigo, the colour of betrayal

That unveils the heart

And punctuates the soul

After all the ‘fiery-forever’ is gone

And love no longer seems to shower

After the fields are yellow and dry

And orgasm ceases to ponder

Violet, the colour of wisdom

After the broken heart

And the flesh of her being, deflowered

That preserves the unseeming

And directs the beauty yet unshowered

And the secrets yet unhappened

Yet unthundered skies are unkissed by her misery

And virgin soil untouched by his mystery

We remain virgins even after violation

For ignorance had no fair prize

Even woman’s womb knows

And man’s unrevealing eyes