Colours

The fire weeps down to a simmer, smouldering coal nuggets

spit spark when the wind teases, slipping her cold fingers through the cracks in the window, the dull light of dusk is dark to the eye but I see your silhouette line the shadows

step in, never mind the hope dusting your boots, do ask for me,
or just find me behind time's sheer curtains where I hide with the fireflies

Can you see the tears? Can you hear them at least, stepping with tender footsteps on those frozen thoughts?

Take away those goggles, they mask your eyes, throw out that feather, spill the colours of pain, blue, blue and blue, but let our moments be white and silences gray