In Retrospect

In what was demanded in black and white

Were the shades of grey I did not grasp

A warm, a cool, barely almost light blue

Blue, blue, blue

Putting labels on things I dare not fathom

A society only honoured by my deepest sincerities for things I have no business speaking in

No room for blue

Blue, blue, blue

And what does the yellow think?

I ask now, surprising myself by own quick volition

Yellow I cannot think in?

Only blue

Blue, blue, blue

Didn’t I once dream in yellow?

Demanded it, didn’t I?

I dreamed and I dreamed of yellow I had no business dreaming in.

Only

Only now I break the mold, don’t I?

Break what was not mine to begin with

I look and sneer and shudder and grasp the tiny bird I let bathe in darkness all her life

And I say

Come into the light

It’s warm, it’s bright, and it might just be

Yellow

Come out, away, from your ode

to dark nights.