The Search for Color
Your eyes were different.
Most days I remember them
alive more than dead.
They named Color.
They were the hidden secret
Set deep in the coastline of your face.
Your gentleness has remained your strength.
Your laughter has carried your brilliance
beyond world’s end.
You could always cry for a friend.
You could always walk upright through the tides
that bent and broke the hale and powerful.
You are my hero
and you made me yours in turn.
Since your eyes closed
Blue has lost a part of its nature.
Yet I remain here
Bound to the journey
Seeking to re-name that which has shed the truest form it ever held.