Colors of a memory
In awe and wonder of a memory I behold, as I gaze upon an elderly couple I once knew, now surrounded by morter and stone.
The love they once shared was engulfed in hope and trust, as if the ground they walked on was made up of marshmellow dust.
If you looked above you, way up high,
It would seem as though the stars were purple in an emerald sky.
Hand in hand, eyes locked tight, only each other, surrounded by many, as they once danced through the night.
This memory of love, from these two people I knew, shows me my own heart, to love in many colors, even when others see grey skies but all I see is blue.