Colors of the Words

A Poem by mockingbird8

The colors of the letters flow past my field of vision.

I don't even have to think about it, they just come to me.

When I close my eyes, I picture the colors of his name.

Even with my eyes open, the colors are still there.

Colors,letters, numbers, and shapes.

As the story goes on, so does the stream of hue.

All I can be sure of, is the colors will never go away.