The Change

a silver haze clouds up my eyes
(teasing me)
i think perhaps there may be light
red flares up-a blind relief
almost blocking out the night

red eventually gives way to grey
empty unfeeling cold
grey begins to forget itself
fade to blue...i break the mold

blue brings thoughts of green
    stops short
green withers to brown
brown slams into black
and once again i drown

so i push up through the water
midnight grows a dawn
but by the time i reach the surface
daylight has long gone

and so i'm left in black again
waiting for the son
i see again that silver flash
from which i'd first begun

i look back over my shoulder
and start to see a light
while turning forward i finally see
the rainbow burning bright

heather miles