these days when you feel like the mood is changing
like the moon is not the same
a single star plays its partner in the endless sky
at your eyes
you shape the clouds with your dreams
and the rain, shy, falls uncertain over the buildings
then you feel the smell of flowers always present
these days
these days you know that you’re neither afraid nor used to it
you know you’ve been just a watcher trying to absorb
select
forgive
with much too bright-colourful eyes
and though it tries to show you the black and white
tries to hurt with what it sees like a colourless illusion
it doesn’t know how colourful and bright
you see the black and white
