Yellow

You tell a joke and humour me.
A musical score to this villainy.
The evening's fading light is no longer bright,
And you are no longer by my side.
Peaches, apples, pomegranates,
Beaches and chapels, how romantic.
My happiness came and went the minute you said, "Hello",
And, ever since then, I see in pastel yellow.

These sunset tinted glasses are beautifully structured,
I can see the youth in my wonderful mother.
But they are also pathological in their romance,
In my mind, this love never stood a chance.
I can see sunflowers break through the canyon's crust,
Sprinkles entangled in nature's dry dust.
And there's a molten warmth, like a breeze in mid-July,
As a comical shade of yellow dances across the sky.

I limped across the Irish Sea with a guppy in my company,
And I felt free. I felt free.
I made it to a village, it's name I cannot pronounce,
And in my liberated spirit, I had a confession to announce.
I am a man tragically tangled up in poetry,
Just as a bee is to their only sting.
I am creative and I am mellow,
Drunk on the excitement I have found in yellow.

Butter croissants and handmade pottery,
Such a nice way to dodge the death of me.
Experiencing daffodils' first few moments of Earth,
Akin to the magical act of witnessing a birth.
Mother, mother, father, father,
I am maniacally lost in wander.
But I am grateful to be alive,
With a splash of yellow in my eyes.