Synesthesia

By Alyna MacLaren The colors that splash against my eyes a camera lens with a sparkling surprise halo of passion or wings of pride the auras of those like fireworks in the sky Orange, pink, blue or green, these beautiful shades are always seen a constant light show in my mind seems so real as if an unknown lie Hello, good sir, what's your name? instant connection as if linked to a chain the color is shown, whether dim or bright, I know him now by heart and by sight Weeks or months or even in minutes the glow will appear in whatever time though it is not my choice to make your color will suit the way you shine