Find the Colour
If we turn off the lights and swallow the sun
we will keep the air free from all things wrong,
no need to run, no need to search
here the world knows how to rest.
Stop, slow down, we don’t need to rush
inside darkness all movement is calm,
we can sit and wait and look after time
no room to trip or fall to the ground.
But the conversation’s stale, we’ve eaten the words
feel how the hours hang round our necks,
this tightening world is safe, but empty
soon we’re going to have to risk the walk.
Open the curtains, give back the sun
open the door and find those feet,
a step of hope, a step to be brave
make a mistake, but find the colour.
Background: Well, it was just an idea!