Colors

Color got in my bones

Are we made of the same dust?

I might not be alone

Something magnetic pulls us

Mountains sleep like giants

Clinging to the earth as they doze

Til roused from their slumber

Belly filled with calm humming a sweet repose

A heaving sigh

Gentle gi—ant

Color got in my bones

Are we made of the same dust?

I might not be alone

Something magnetic pulls us

Whispers thrown over shoulders

Blend in the wind as I step

You sense the tender motherless

Who would I be if we had never met?

Galaxies

Of memory

Color got in my bones

Are we made of the same dust?

I might not be alone

Something magnetic pulls us

Red and white mountains

Hint at a long-lost tale in a martian scene

Silvery bits and the chartreuse moss

Settle in the in-between

When stardust aligns it can sweep you up

Into a magical spell

Who even knows where we came from

Or how you love me so well

You got in my bones

I'm no longer alone