Thy Soul's Hue Poem by Brett White

When All the World's at Rest-
And Children sleep wearily on their Mother's Breast-
When I think of the times avec toi, I am blessed.

Though Sometimes Bitter and Sometimes Sweet,
My memories of thee icily retreat:
Into Subconscious Depths, Tender and Deep.

And Colours, thou fadest and pulsate wildly;
And whilst I mourn for the Falling Leaves; Idly,
I wistfully wish for thy musical voice inside me:

Filling my weary head like a voice long-forgotten;
Memories of thee: Always well-begotten.
Harsh emotions, over Time, will soften...

To that pale hue-
Iridescent Blue-
Thy Soul's most memorable hue.