Colour of the Night

Sometimes I feel small and would like to hide

From all the things that are love, that are light

To think my sexuality is trite

It's easier to let others decide

Who I should love, but when I hide my pride

All that remains is the colour of the night

I'd like to see the colours of twilight

that only self acceptance can provide

Filled with the blues of a star nursery

Or a sunset, the sky ablaze with pinks

The colours a symphony, a choir

Loving myself is an epiphany

Accepting who I love is the link

To seeing all the colours I desire