you're true..

A tale of old and new,

Of those that stay..

And those that move away..

Far - in thought and deed?

Tho present together..

when in need..

A touch unfamiliar..together


A splash of colour..

in a grey space..

A rainbow that lightens ..

through a clear prism..

But what if?

the colour blends or spills?

And there's no seeping light

through the prism anymore?

A spark gone?


The clam returns back..

to introspect within itself..

The last rays of the radiance..

filtered out...


Comprehension is futile...

i cant get through..

It time to return and make..

my own rainbow..

Splash the colour alone..

in my own space..

just like you are..


they both..

may blend some day...

in an unexpected way..

:)