HUE?

Which hue are you to me?
Are you the foam on a sea wave?
Or the red roses in the sunset’s flame?
Are you the darkness in my room?
Tell me, in which hue do I find you?

A Seaside Affair

you were the first flower I bought
the only bud that has opened that I have withered, breathed
you were equivalent to the peace of the smell of earth
a long journey where I'm hugged, hugged
I kept re-wrapping the facts I had ripped out and sewn back to the beginning
when I found what I had been looking for my whole life, my soul withdrew
you were the regular feelings of my life
you were a seaside affair
I couldn't tell my heart; I just fell silent.