Days

Vows would fall away like cool ashes
dreams would scatter like autumn leaves
thoughts would sprinkle like cinnamon sugar
and all I would wonder about was you—
suddenly I changed my focus
and things I never thought
would come
did—
paint a wonderland
of bright colours, shapes, things more beautiful than I could have ever thought
no more blinding haze of grey,
no more—
I saw it
my life
as bright as the sun
and as colourful as a perfect rainbow