The color of sadness, the color of hope

I woke up without a clue of what day it was
and searched for you to kiss sense into me
and take my heart in exchange.
What will I do when even my daydreams start
showing me the truth, when I can't run
into oblivion and pretend you still care?

I feel cluttering summer water,
like memories of hope finding
their way up up down
about when I met you for real and you said
that our dreams were as bright as your lions,
when you were not wise and kissed me instead.

But I see autumn leaves and autumn will leave soon.
colors spread all around, like the rainbow
reflecting in my tears
and I find myself
wondering: what's the color of sadness?
and I find myself
waiting still,
waiting and wondering: what's the color of hope?

I plunge my fingers in your hair and drown
myself in your awful eyes.
You look away as if you were afraid to see
my longing once again,
making sense of the clearness my heart is.
You are alone, there.
You made the world smaller, made my world bigger,
you made the universe notice me when
my heart felt the big bang.
I want you for the rest of our lives, even though
eternity might become a touchable period too soon.