Two poems about color

A long-ish day ends with a couple of musings about color:

The old layer shows through still
but with its edges softened
its boldness blunted

In places, it hides
color camouflaged beneath color
the bridge between the two
a sunken wreck

Yet it is happy to be swimming
in this sea of seas
where light bends towards joy

This blissful pool of colors
has no need for bridges
swirling around will take it

wherever it wants to go

It is certain that nobody in that room
said anything depicted in this scene

The colors of the room
may be the only remnant
of historical accuracy

Here in the dark
we believe everything we see

(23 May 2018)