i daydream of blue suns and yellow clouds,
green oceans just to wash my purple heart and black smiles,
wash fractions
of half my interactions
that has lead me
to now be incomplete
with happiness and memories
of what could've been or what should've been as now i bitterly
taste stolen words of crooks
that try to plague the stones of my brooks,
~~~~~

..i think the word "sour" in the title, along with the word "colors" is a perfect combination...i mean, this evoked a lot of "colorful" imagery, and a lot of bitterness("sour")...so i think u were on the mark...i like the imagery duke!

-Otto