When the nothingness was brand new
It was all I could do to not think of you.
Form and substance was in my reality.
Then I would have moments of clarity
.
First there was the blackness of space.
How I would long to see your new face.
Deep purple came to me and self ego.
I became so lost in the endless vertigo.

The peace of lavender I saw all to well.
And the stories of violet were like hell.
My eyes came to red; Pink would fade.
The greyness shocked me but shade.

I was blinded by the whiteness of day.
And prayed for night to take it away.
Translucent your ghosts came to me.
Like a void in what was to come to be.

And I saw the colors of the void free.
Suspended in the time for all history.
Swimming in an ocean of firmer stuff.
Taking me through aeons of enough.

Deep

Voided visions, suspended Seasons, NICE WRITE Mr Rainbow...

Thank you, Terry. I hope you are having a good day.

The peace of lavender...

The stories of violet..

I like. Some very good words used there to keep the mind stimulated while reading. Thanks for sharing.