I have always looked at you 

through filters that changed the hue

and turned the colour of my mood,

and that is the way it has been

across the years of being with

you, across the spaces of our

lives that have intersected in

many turns of the kaleidoscope.


But now I see with plain light

what these filters have brought

to the painting of our lives,

and I wish to see the filters gone,

and instead the steady cold

white light of the truth of us.