Speak to me slowly
As the leaves away gently by the winds kisses
Gently sweeping shadows
Letting streams of the sunlight
Waving away the dread
Frightfully stark
Bright colours of blue, yellow and red
Sighs deliver a splash of prisms
Evacuating the grey matter that's dead
Preferring the kaleidoscope
If positivity to collide
Those extremes make me feel alive
Even if they don't coincide
With everyone's perspective
As days go by
What we thought we knew is not
A little deceptive
.~D