Colors - Ayla Nereo

When life comes to center

It enters as hope

Chosen to tremble

And walk on this rope

We are born of another

Of all this entwined

Show me a temple

I’ll show you a mirror

I pause my reflection

Be rippled and puddled

Turned by the whistle

By sign still uncovered

I wait to be patient

Impressive and bold

Cold with desire

I try to let go

Speak me now

Speaking me now

Speak with me now

Move me now

Moving me now

Move with me now

Pick up the pages

Let em fall open

Pen dancing paper

Made ages ago

Truth in the poet

His bridge clear and pure

Don’t ask what love is for

Made to do, made to do (x3)

Look at the colors

Look at the world

Speak me now

Speaking me now

Speak with me now

Move me now

Moving me now

Move with me now

When love comes to center

I hear it is told

Return with the wheel

As a colorful spoke

And life is the cycler

And all this the road

And I am in love

With the colors of your soul