I was born on a blue day
which was in an indigo month
a part of a periwinkle year.
I have been green with envy
seething chartreuse with covetousness
and jade with jealousy
I have loved in falls of rose
ruby blushes with rapture
and carmine with concupiscence
I have was night black in bitterness
darkest coal fuelled my depression
and obsidian with obstinacy
But also serene as silver clouds
polished pewter mirroring peace
and argent with auspiciousness