Don ran after Freya. Violets spilt and daffodils fell like trumpets not walls.

“I’m catching up. I’m faster”

Sunlight fell like a rapier out of the clouds striking her necklace dazzling him to halt

falling hand across his chest

a scream

“a fatal bolt though my heart"

I am pine needles in Spring

the newer ones

a lighter shade of green

I am starlight

on broken mountains

of wrath and woven wood

I am in love with many

but a lover to one

soft blue eyes sorting out the shadows

I am two minds

who think twice

and debate which is the best way to go

I am the one who forgot

to leave a note to say

I'll be coming home before the sun rises

I am the sun,

A single star,

A spec of dust in a colossal universe,

Small against the crimson giants.

So often my light is covered up,

Hidden by the clouds of fear,

Silenced by the cold darkness,

Or the world just turns away.

I am loved and I love many,

But they rarely get too close,

For no one wants to burn and fall,

So in the darkness I am alone,

Yet in the darkness I am bright,

I learnt to shine on my own,

Even as it sets my heart on fire,

Burning through my soul,

As every ray comes at a price.

I am what to always see at day,

But never look directly at,

I am what you forget at night,

But  miss when it cold,

When you're afraid of the dark,

When you need hope,

And even when I lose my light,

In the morning I will rise.

I write because

what is felt

and what is spoken seldom seem to truly agree.

The sun rises

The sun sets

The world spins

The seasons change

Bright blue skies

Become grey 

Snow falls from above 

and blankets the ground

The colors of the world fade

And we focus on the colors of

the people that surround us

But we find

that the colors of these souls

are as grey as the clouds above

and we wonder

Just how much 

does the color of the world

impact the color of our friends

and then, it dawns on us

as bright as the morning sun

That we too

are grey