Faded Hues by Jude Kyrie

My painting has altered in its aged vigil. 
Hiding now in the darkness of a shadowed wall. 
Once its colors were brash and vivid.
They sang the joys of youth. 

But time has faded the artist palette.
Muted now in the waning colors.
Sitting familiar and unnoticed 
On the dusty halls of time. 

It weeps in a deserted sky 
Like the seagull's cry 
On a becalmed sea. 
I am but a passing cloud 
Absorbed in the endless skies.
 
See my lightness 
The paleness of my hues 
and translucency.

Look at my picture my love 
I am here inside the watercolors 
And the faded antique papers.
Ravaged by the cracks of time.