A rainbow streak pierces through the grey
Monotones finding shades and hues
Windchimes breaking the clock’s steady rhythms
It is a world unbeknownst
It is a world not beckoned
A world untouched by the blacks and blues
Eyes squint as they adjust
Hands twitch as the wind brushes past
Feet unaware of the freedom found
A nostalgic sigh for the darkness once dear
A habit entwined, a habit weaned
A habit dissolved in a rainbow cloud.
- Haem Roy
October 2014.
