The color yellow

There are some things in this meaningless life
That make me happy, that make me thrive
Like the color yellow on a Dahlia flower
On Genny’s top, on a cable tower

Bright and sunny, it makes me smile
It makes me feel like a kid for a while
Oh how I love you my yellow Morningstar
You’re the apogee of my day, by far

You bring joy to my melancholic world
You make me forget that I was bored
And I remember how much I miss his presence
How I long for my continuum, my quintessence

You elated me to a realm of unspoken love
When we were together like hand and glove
When all I cared about is beating the clock,
Is reaching the office, 7:15 on the dot

He would shave his beard while I prepare breakfast
And I would wear my make up while he’s driving fast

I miss his skinny legs, his black velvet beret,
The smell of paints on his hands, drawing Dahlias in array
I miss his Zippo lighter, the scent of cigarettes on his chest,
His vintage red eyeglasses and his yellow vest

I miss him performing in front of a crowd in the club
Burning white dishes, drawing sketches with his thumb
And I dance to my inner beat with my yellow shawl
Waiting for him to come and pin me to a wall

We then trip in our rapturous delusion
To a world of yellow Dahlias, free of intrusion

Oh how I love you my yellow Morningstar
You’re the apogee of my day, really, and by far