One day, one rhyme- Day 1153
It’s often dark inside my mind
But not scarily so,
As it seems my ideas and thoughts
Give off their own strange glow.
Perhaps ‘glow’ isn’t the right word,
They’re light, and yet they’re not.
An odd sort of phospheresis,
The light that light forgot.
I used to think colour and light
Were one and the same thing,
But now even in the darkness
I see the colours sing.