Everything is so precious and
Vibrant before it loses color.
Before it goes black and white.
Now you see me as grey background
The fireworks and spangles have faded.
The breezes of expectation have drifted.
Colorless and still, my world is cold.
The pain bleeds my heart.
My mind throbs the rhythm of loss.
Blow out the air.
The deep breath is over.
Sighs ease out.
It’s time to flutter.
Eyes open.
A body shudder.
When the veil lifts:
When the mildew crumbles
When the wind begins to fly
The spectrum of the rainbow will be blinding.