Oct 17, 2014

An unknown world

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.