The Spectrum

There have been coloured instances
(the latest one, I think, was grey)
in which I've dwelled, inside my mind
and dreamed of diff'rent coloured days.
I have known violet states of thought;
the blue ones I could just abide.
They lasted 'til 'twas all there was --
then broke through to the other side.
Most briefly came the amber ones:
the sun would turn my eyelids red
but blacker times were longer still
the single shade inside my head.
And only one was ever real.
No other tones could I foresee
when murky hues of brown would glaze
across my ev'ry memory.
There was nowhere to go but on
against a solid-coloured mind
until a new and lasting plain
of singularity aligned.

I've broken though again today,
to colours I have never seen.

Contrasting, blending 'cross the world,
a spectrum full of in-betweens.
A mind anew with sudden change,
with ev'ry sight of ev'ry tone,
a mind anew with colours true,
as they could never be alone.