Multicolour verse

Crimson flushes of dawn won’t colour
My tumultuous restless dream,
 
No ready answers will come out,
Turning up in the azure gleam.
 
What I need right here and now
Is flame-coloured and lilac nights!
 
The shagreen gloves are not allowed –
So you’d better put them aside!
 
All my mornings would turn but glacial,
And the eventide – balefully dark,
 
Summers – filled with cold desolation,
And my future days – yester-marked!
 
No sweeping whirl of detailing
Would get warm the frost nipped flesh…
 
Every day there’re more new mailers:
They are pinpricking me afresh
 
With the sharp blood-red colour corners
And the snake-like ligatured script,
 
Where words keep forming the mournful
Yet the fervent:
“I’ve lost my grip!..”
 
No way I could colour crimson
These pitch-black and star-studded nights!
 
Save me from my colourless dreamland –
Come what may, but just hold me tight!