I see you there.
Grey and colorless,
or is that what they see?

Not me.
Not me, for peeping out
with just a glint,
a delicate speck,
is the spectrum of light.

I see.
I see its colours behind
the grey of worthlessness,
and the spark that
threatens to shine and
broadcast as hot as the Sun.

Do you feel that inside,
do you see what I see?

Will the scales lift from your eyes
as your rainbow forms above
the earth,
beyond the grey?

 

6/6/2025