Boundarys and conditions
by nialler
Mixed up mixtures fluctuate the means for mindful thought
There's Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, ar'nt the stars coloured - once they're seen?
The grains of time are far from our hands
In the gardens of ancient and Eden
Tomorrow will the grass grow green or will the skys blue vision
Rapture the source, when all is red
Must we question the fall or remember the dead??