Colours of life

The child spread
hands to the skies
believing it'll choose
to gather
it's rainbow
in a playful fold
Onto his lap
for all colours
to joyfully blend
reflect the eternal
radiance.

The youth
then reared
raised an impatient head
choosing the absolute
- black or white
dared to meet
life at stark terms
with blaze of red
that sizzle soul
he sowed
to reap in earnest
the labours
of earnest passion
he desired a lustrous
harvest.

The old
Turned wise -
with a touch of grey
he opted, withdrew
to fringes where hue
of day with night
merged silently
in non-judgmental way
with passion all pent
sought to surrender
when seasons changed
there weren't no wrong
or right -
in sage's book of rules
he just wanted to be
until his hour of decree
plain being is what ultimately
matters.