The canvas of evening is black,
But I have many colours
To paint upon it.

Buses, cars, shops and
The clothes people wear
Add light to the early darkness
As I see the man made world
Artificially lit.

Tonight I am mostly dark;
Pale skin is the only relief
From my dreary attire.
My monochrome self fades
In the face of the adventurous
Colours in magazine photographs
And shopping bags.

To red, yellow and green
I am a slave; the colours
Command my homeward journey
Under white lights and trees
Temporarily devoid of green.

Darkness brings my brief travel
One step closer to adventure.
Making me look again at
A tiny sliver of the world that
I normally allow to pass by.

The season of wonderment
Is over for most, but
Not for me.

01/08/2007

Posted on 02/25/2007
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