Kaleidescope

Kaleidescope patterns turn ( are turned );
Colours merge, discordant to the eye,
Vibrant jarring colours – my mood is pastel.
I can’t deny a thirst within my soul
For peace.

Time. Time they say paints pastel.
The early hours are joy and pain
But  are also days and then are years
And it’s vain, so vain to think
Of pastel peace.

Love then is passion, anguish;
Love is the fire-red and the empty-black;
Love is the hunger and the banquet,
the beauty and the beast.
It is the desert heat and the arctic ice;
It is the pain and the pain relieved.
Love is the fear, the tear
For what’s been glimpsed and then is lost.
Love has a price for loving,
For wanting to be loved.
It is all this – now here, now gone.
And it is sitting alone,
Now pastel , awaiting it’s return.