Intricacies in Interpretation

In that hazel hue,

I’m born anew,

In the hazel hue,

I am draped in moss,

Wrapped with skeletal branches

In that green glare,

I am coveted,

In the green glare,

I am choked with grass

In that brown beam,

I start to gleam,

In the brown beam,

I am stifled with dirt

In that gray glance,

I am mistaken by chance,

In the gray glance,

I am carved to bone,

Reflecting your gray tone

In your hazel hue,

In your green glare,

In your brown beam,

In your gray glance,

I am mistaken

Hues,

Your rays,

Your tones,

Your dismays,

Your groans,

All in that terrible hue,

You mistake me,

In the hues of you.