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.