Hushing Hues

Take away these purple shades
When all I feel is blue
Drink all you want to ruddy health
But let me shed this hue

I haven't the craft I once possessed
Nor the cheerful sunny crest
Instead I'm plumed in the darkest gloom
Embedded deep within my breast

Won't you kiss me once, O Sunshine dear?
Won't you bless with your caress?
Or will these storms possess my sighs
As I await your sweet address?

Do spare a thought for a tortured soul
For most wretched is She
Who is bound by stories she must weave
To abide by surrounding glee

'Tis nearing cold, as I am told
And this Winter won't recede
If it's sweetness of Spring's song you crave
There is no tasting this mead

So merry on, and carry on
But shear these colours from me
Wrench them from my sorry skin
Release me to be free!

I shan't keep you long from revelry
Just enough to form the spell
And cast it over my battered self
To ensheathe me with your shell

Glancing at your mirror now
I glide gracefully to you
Your eyes meet mine, our gazes meld,
Your reflection finally true.