Chromatic Vigil

In the canvas of existence, a soul painted bold, A canvas where colors dance, where shadows fold. Reds blaze like the sun, blues deep as the sea, A symphony of hues, a testament to be. Each stroke a story, each hue a thought, A tapestry woven with the threads of what's wrought. The eyes, a window to the soul's profound, A silent scream, a whisper unbound. The body, a canvas, the mind, the brush, A masterpiece born from the heart's rush. In this vibrant vigil, we see ourselves, A mirror of dreams, a mirror of shelves. For in the colors, we find our own, A reflection of who we are, a truth we own. Let the reds burn, let the blues embrace, In this chromatic vigil, we find our place.