My Favorite Color Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

My favorite color is transparent.
It's the only color they left out of my box,
but I use it mostly to color outside the lines.
It is the only color that allows the same
depth perception everytime.

My favorite color is transparent
because I need no light to see it.
I fear it not in darkness, for both
dark and light can be it.

My favorite color is transparent,
for that is the truest shade of love
since when you have it,
everyone can see it,
yet if you do not have it,
everyone can see through you
to the place where it can be attained
or is promised to another,
and is clearly
another love.

Transparent is the shade of mascarra
that gives a woman back the miles
of experience she hides
beneath darker hues and
seasonal tones of
a consensus glamour.

Transparent is the color
of the shallow reflection
each man carves away
shaving age always searching
beneath an ever greying mask
that hides a boy
not yet forgotten
but missing just the same.

Transparent is the color of the glaze
in a childs gaze.
Pupils expanding and shrinking
around principles,
filling in the blanks of a world
full of question marks,
possibilities and
storys to show and tell
and live.

My favorite color is transparent,
because that is the entire spectrum
of the air, the water,
and the sunlight that circulates
sustaining me with all there is to be.

Transparent is the color
of a mother's tears,
which for years perpetuated me,
clearly to be a better person sincerely.

My favorite color is transparent,
like a rythym that moves,
that no one sees in order to feel,
but moves again in order to see
the feeling more clearly
as a pulse you need not acknowledge
to dance and hum along to.

My favorite color is transparent.
It carries a linguistic implication
that it transcends an apparent 'obvious'
to a plateau where all is seen,
as all that was seen,
or will be seen,
without ever anyone seeing it
as being,
clearly this man's favorite color.