Green Ribbons

I woke up this morning

To a sky of delicate cerulean,

Speckled with bursts of vanilla cloud

And dusted with the last of the apricot hues:

The world beyond my rose tinted window pane.

I woke up this morning

Trapped inside a mind of slate grey.

Walls painted stoney dark

Veiled in a monochromatic smoke.

The shadows hang dormant,

Filtering out the prism of light:

The reality on my side of the glass.

I woke up remembering

How it looks to feel in colour.

When I woke up to thoughts of yellow

Bright, uninhibited and ready.

I fell asleep in shades of violet

Calm, at peace with all I'd seen.

These heavy drapes were parted

My optics, clear not jaded

Before the sepia became my norm.

But a trick of the light

Or a trick of the mind,

The colours inverted

And left shadows behind.

I woke up this morning

To a sky of delicate cerulean

With gorgeous golden brush strokes

But all I could see was a melting water colour.

Blended and mangled

Too many colours all at once.