window panes

My Favourite Colour Is Overcast

Sometimes people talk about emotion,
Like it’s a stained glass window bathed in light,
They seem to have this notion,
That for everyone it is so intense - rainbow bright.

In comparison I feel colourless,
A cloudy grey window pane,
What light shines through is lustreless,
And it swiftly fades away again.

But somehow I find it no cause to weep,
My comfort has always been the dove-grey sky,
I carry within me the peace of my sleep,
I am humming a lullaby in place of a battle cry.