I painted the sky
With your favourite
Shade of blue
Adorned it with
Bright little flickers
Of light
Arranging them into
A constellation
Manifesting your face
With a smile
Running ‘cross
Scattered the sun-gorging
Clouds across the expanse
Commanded the moon
To glow brighter
Than it has ever done before
To emanate cool silver
Moonlight gently
Pouring on your skin
I moved and laid
Heavens
For you
This poem is based on the Red Thread of Fate, a belief originating from Chinese mythology. It is commonly thought of as an invisible cord wrapped around the finger of two lovers who are destined to meet each other. The cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.
You are the colour
Of my favourite shirt
I wear when I am happy
You are the colour
Of the walls and the ceiling
I stare at all day
You are the colour
Of my laughter
Without you there is no joy
You are the colour
Of the grass growing
In a crack on the sidewalk
You are the colour
Of the train I catch
To return home on Friday night
You are the colour
Of my spark
Without you there is no motivation
You are the colour
Of the drizzle
On a cool Sunday morning
You are the colour
Of the plate
In which I have my breakfast
You are the colour
Of my world
Without you it’s all black and white
Frank Solanki 