She slumbers in dreary days
She sparkles in sunlight
Black or white, no greys
It's easier wrong or right
He's shown her colours
Pallettes a bright daze
He chases rainbow lovers
His pot of gold lost her gaze
The wind will blow
Against your face
Stinging your eyes
Burning your skin.
Winds of change?
The wind will also cool you
On a sticky hot day
A fan to your neck
A breeze in your hair
A lover’s whisper in your ear?
Listen to the wind
It will take you there.
Tiptoed on the wire
Shuffling forward
Swaying, leaning
Yearning
Learning
All the while moving
Until
It became a graceful dance
Spinning
Twirling
Revelling in life’s chance