Muse

One day you were green,
And the next day you were red,
And the next day you were yellow,
And the next day you were black,
And the next day you were purple,
And the next day you were blue,
And the next day every hour brought a different hue.

How bright colours fade, and blur, and blot,
And bleed into each other
As the eye clings onto pictures
And the painting dries.