My life has often been about chaos
and destruction, a walk into dark alone.
It isn’t pleasant there;
the words I write often sound of black.
But when mindfulness awakes me,
I begin to write of colours and of peace.
Like green is the grass blowing in the wind.
Blue is Neptune spinning round the moon.
Orange is the orange that tastes so good.
Yellow is the sun that warms me to the core.
Red is the colour I could wear and adore.
To finally be able to see
is such a wondrous gift.
There is music in the world,
and rainbows –
sometimes inside of me.
Written for Blognostics Colour Contatenation