I hope one day

you wake from dreaming

and the blacks and blues you've been painted with

and the rosebush you've tried so desperately to peek through

and the bronze you've tried to restore yourself with

and the reds you've let burn several hundred yards of rope

and the greens you have watched flourish around you

that have now become mere shades of gray

will brighten and bloom once more for you

and what remains is a pallette

for you to paint your future

and your past

and show how you've lived

and what you've done

and what you've been through

so when our senses falter

and our memories fade

and our bodies become tired

we may rejoice

and celebrate

what is about to come.