Colours Fade

Where does the colour

From clouds go?

I see it at breakfast,

And its faded till supper.

That distant glow

With its highlights and shadows cast,

Expresses an unusual emotion-

A silent euphoria and a screaming woe.

The impressions last

In my brown eyes.

The blush pink stays eternal

All over my present, future and past.

Where has the colour

From my eyes gone?

The passion is turning into

An awaiting blur.