resurrection's colors

hope 'n power beyond more man

yellow mustard color bright, with sun mixed 

lime grey gold blend inexplicable

metaphysics meld transposed to inner eye

necklace of solid light suspends lightly 

upon your pearl skin, lovely neck

your eyes blue, flecks gold dusted reflect every hue 

the milky white concave dome of neglected sky 

above your gorgeous freckled smile lit

backdropped with black birds' mischief fly

across its breadth, makes me think of you 

the green bends with breeze, alights slim leaves 

swaying, flickering they turn almost turquoise on ground 

appears to be a solid surface;

it is not;

it sways like waves of a mirage as clouds cover the sun

cloudiness ascends, robs the gold from the yellow, 

turns to shades of sullenness,

i lose my balance, near fall

turquoise blue turns to midnight mud

grey stumps, hulking forms immense bulk

eager at ready to stumble upon themselves to the ground 

at next earth's quake, their dark lines sinister appear

with each dimming shade of clouds dark, cover its face

your once sweet face now in quiet repose it lies

in coffin box, your lovely years forever disappeared

colors gone except the white in linen cloths; 

they cruely blanch though clean, your faded former glory

age smudged your skin from rouge, innocent youth

murdered your sparkling eyes; 

they with your smile danced

your freckles sprinkled on your face by a master painter's hand

now faded blanks, 

fluorescent light performs its sacrilege display, 

shameless counterfeit; no match for a new sun's light

my tears stain sullen solemn helpless misery

would i, if i could, if i could, would i raise you 

from your lifeless adorned corpse?

though i hold resurrection's key of faith by His hand

i choose quiet acquiescence, my volition yields

utterly, venomously, i despise death, 

powerless i mere mortal bound 

death angel mocks me, 

i stand steadfast 

though by frustration's epic strength, despair

i mere mortal have no hope

and yet power intercedes again, and now

in greatest need, intervenes,

"oh death where is your victory,

even you have been defeated though not yet fully evident,"

not yet fully given over in completeness

we will walk again, raised restored

in the light of eternal light, 

colors will again illuminate your gorgeous face

your eyes blue, flecks gold dusted,

will again reflect every hue

i will kiss your freckles

i will hear you laugh again