Tell me the colour of words, the rainbow phrases splashed across the daily canvas, like when seagulls skate through lilac clouds and desert crabs hone their calligraphy skills across the burnt sienna sand.
I gave up on god years ago,
Bones blanch white in desert sun.
Skulls testify, mourn flesh and rivers
of blood that stain rock sunset red.
The sky is on fire, a desolate orange.
on the other side of the sky
bathed in softness
filled with the music
of your voice…
somewhere nearing tomorrow’s pain