There was a time when I could only see the world through my eyes
Now I see spots of colour
That make up mine
Solutions of light
That swirl
And spiral
And spin
There is a light that shines from within
This is the light
No, not the kind that sits in its own presence
But the kind that needs to be warmed up a bit
Stirred whilst the warmth settles in
Like the molasses of sugar
Dissolving into butter
Or the true colours that are always revealed
Under the rays of light
These pass you by
But are always by your side
And when you least...