The Color Blue: Darryl Peacock

The world of calm, tranquil and
turns chaotic cold and careless
as I turn the pages of my youth
to middle age, to old age.

To reflect, as to gaze longingly
At the shadowy images that come
Crawling back to me from my past
It haunts me to insanity
I dare not question lest I fail
The test of competence
I loom larger as a shadow
Dancing to the tune of the wind.

As quickly as I came
I vanish out of sight
Out of view
I’m captured by the fragrance
Of your presence
It takes me to
The colour blue.