Tolkie-N

~*~ Vermillion ways to look at you, Between each purest book-end hue Of a spectrum rich with ways to see, Yet none of them enough for me; Shall I take the sanguine red That pounds its flux within your head? Or perhaps bright days of tangerine, That burn you with a gentler sheen? What of those hornet-coloured times When thunder smirks behind your eyes? Or days less lemon, and more lime That seep out from your jungle mind? Of course there’s that mist-speckled sage For a wisdom that surpasses age; And we dance on jaded verdigris For those days when you’re as old as me; Turquoise when your celestial heart, Soaring, spears the skies a