Coloured By A Different Light
The colours are different,
Through different seasons,
Through different eyes,
For different reasons,
Coloured by a different light.
Our demands are different,
As are our needs,
As are our wants,
As are our greeds,
Coloured by a different light.
Shadows shade the changes
As the sun changes position;
Each minute is now
Focused from a new direction,
Coloured by a different light.
The world grows old, designed, restyled.
Upon the day, within the hour,
A newborn child,
The bloom of a flower,
Coloured by a different light.
The truth, misplaced, abused.
The whole damn muddle contradicts;
A soul confused,
But the pattern fits,
Coloured by a different light.
The circle points the way;
Learning to conceive, perceive, understand;
Accepting the shadows, realise change;
Reaching in reflection for want of a hand,
Coloured by a different light.
© Tim Rees
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