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Inside the Prism ©

For Fiona, with love

Nat Hall
Sandwick, Shetland
2004

March,
month of rainbows,
I watch
those clouds
in hues of grey
chasing
my thoughts,
smallest of words,
or just
whispers steeped
in spring sky...
my heart cries
out, doused
in the freakiest
of showers -
brown eyes hiding
in this palette,
multicolour...
My tears in rain,
so monochrome.
I didn't
know of your sadness,
just felt
your pain, silence,
anger.
Deep inside us
there is no shame,
we share
bruises within our souls.
Shades of despair
melt on my brush;
like that rainbow
above my head...
On this canvas
of desires
I dilute fears
and broken chains -
watch that
rainbow,
we're free to
love (!)


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