Colour Blind

In his times of darkness; his times of heavy rain,

he dreamed about her guiding him through the pain.


Drowning in his questions about love and life,

while lost in his reality of freedom and own light.

No matter the way the compass told him to go,

he was blinded by his fear of the unknown.


Right in front of him she stood with arms open –

arms to hold him and to help protect from within.

She was the freedom; the only way out of his mind.

She was his rainbow, but he – he was colour blind.


© Ilka Steyn, 2017. All rights reserved.


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