I sat out to find The Color of Love, searching here and there
But much to my surprise my eyes couldn’t find the Color of Love anywhere
As I was walking along the ocean shore, a raindrop touched my face
And every member within my body felt the vibration of its trace
First it touched my heart it caused my spirit to flow so free
Then I thought my God, The Color of Love must be within me
Slowly I closed my eyes so that my soul could embrace the rain
Then I kicked my shoes off, releasing my feet from their chains
As I held my head back letting the raindrops kiss my face
I could feel my spirit freely flowing to a perfect time and place
Softly the wind blew a kiss upon my skin
Then I thought my God, The Color of Love must be within
I said to my soul, as it instructed me to undress my spirit so it too could enjoy the rain
"What about those people who’ll see me?" It said, "in spirit we are all the same"
Slowly my hands began to undress my spirit and my flesh fell to the sand
My spirit began to run and run, caressing the feeling of being born again
While running on the beach, in complete nudity with the rain touching the depth of my soul
I thought to myself, The Color of Love is the story of life, waiting to be told
Then came the sunset, as it painted itself beneath the ocean blue
And the beauty of the moon and all the stars danced around it too
As I continued to run along the oceans shore with the raindrops and the wind
My spirit softly whispered, "to find The Color of Love, follow the path that leads within"
- Author: Alicia Gail Lightsey-Pena (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 11th, 2018 21:28
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem takes me to a place of peace, serenity and tranquility. Feel the wind as it blows kisses upon your skin and set your spirit free.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Now, this is a poem from an enlightened soul, a deep mind with the third eye. Namaste and thanks
Thanks Lalion, Peace and Blessings!
I will never cringe at the thought of rain again.Now that I think about it,there is something very refreshing with every raindrop
Growing up in Mississippi the rain was very much a part of my life. I love the raindrops.
Mine too.I grew up in Oregon and Washington.also very wet.which is why I guess I always dreaded to see it coming.but now I have a new outlook.
beautifully written
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