I dream in colour
with a secret smile
eyes bright and blurry
face warm and flush
When I awaken
colours fade to grey
eyes dull and clouded
face numb and cold
I wish in colour
with a secret plan
eyes wide, unfocussed
face bright with gold
When reality strikes
colours bleed to black
eyes sharp and shaded
face cut and wet
I breathe in colour
pause and become still
eyes clear and vibrant
face calm and set
When acceptance comes
colours fade back in
eyes soft with knowing
face full and bold
I write in colour
without secret aim
eyes pale and primary
face wise and old
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