if you believe in dreams come true, then there's one here waitin' for you.
the world is gray.
slowly, colours leak into it.
not rosy-fingered, but like a stain of blood.
orange one moment; lingering at the horizon then flooding the garden.
then golden light, and then a blue sky, and then all the colours, vibrant in their assigned places.
the trumpet vines, the roses, the white salvia, the marigolds;
all shimmering in the new morning dew like glass.
the silver birches at the edges of the woods, dangle like white strings suspended from the sky.
colour my world-
shewashere.
