colorfully painted,
black and white.

colorful yet perfect,
blaze' though slighly flawed.

new, as if a child,
my thoughts begin to fade away.

rime and lucid,
though warm and blury.

close at hand,
though vague and far away.

the vivid color,
now bleached.

as my vision,
fades to gray.

though it seemed,
and memories fade away.

- Terry Rowland