Undercurrent

=======================
Roses are red, violets are blue
reach out to me, and I will tell you
when morning comes by, the tint in the sky
that colors my world and makes it so fine
was stolen from you, when you were mine
It was the wind that caught it that day
gathered your blush and blew it away
it swirled to the sky, and for a while
the tint of your blush, a hint of your smile
would color the world, play with the light
give all the birds, a dance in their flight
I etched your name softly on sand
sifted the grains like silk through my hand
the dust of your name, the story it told
ever so softly, its grains turned to gold
and then as I walked it shimmered and shone
and everyone thought I did it alone
all that I painted on canvas with rust
would sparkle and shine, like diamond dust
yes, roses are red and violets are blue
but when you reach out they will tell you
it never was they, it never was me
it never was all the colors you see
their red and their blue, enchantment and hue
was all in your wake, of love that is true
===========================

7 Feb 2018
--
Rita Singh
LTI, SCS, and ECE (by courtesy), Carnegie Mellon University
5000 Forbes Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA 15213
http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~rsingh