A poem for a rainy Tuesday




The bright seasons of pain

The faint whispers from the past

Drawing me nearer

Dreaming in the past


Once all I could see

Were orange skies

Everywhere I looked

I was dreaming while awake


Today the sky is blue

And I still wonder

Why?.. when I think

I begin to dream in orange


Orange skies

Dormant colors arise

Lift to the surface

Manifest in dreams