"Blue"

I miss the colors of the world
Yet I know it from past
The sky sits with vivid blues
And the grass flowers with many greens
But I no longer see them
I wait for these colors, like a child waiting to grow
Not always do I see gray
But I see them, I see the colors
They come in bursts
Burnt orangey-reds
And yellows like fruit
Oh, how I miss these colors