Alicia Gail Lightsey

The Color of Love

 

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"

Comments3

  • Lalion

    Now, this is a poem from an enlightened soul, a deep mind with the third eye. Namaste and thanks

  • Frogspoetry

    I will never cringe at the thought of rain again.Now that I think about it,there is something very refreshing with every raindrop

    • Alicia Gail Lightsey

      Growing up in Mississippi the rain was very much a part of my life. I love the raindrops.

      • Frogspoetry

        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.

      • Ternic73

        beautifully written



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