Requiescence

Amidst subtle

gazes

and jaded strolls

I felt its approach

Full spectrum

buried in the silence.

“You look beautiful,” I thought to myself,

grim with gray

on this lawfully wedded twelfth.

Five minutes

turned five seconds,

and there I was.

Golden with pride,

and yet —

gradients, tangled inside.

Until, you looked at me

with an emerald levity

and electric forgiveness

in your eyes.

Chapter, closed?

Perhaps, with this rainbow in tow,

the past

need not

be ill-disposed.

Amidst waves

in an auburn haze — I had to pause.

I sensed its approach.

Momentary blues

amongst a temporary bruise,

until

I forced myself back

into my dancing shoes.

Out of nowhere,

you took me by the hand.

A scarlet, ochre, copper surprise.

Dare I declare,

these flames, fanned?

“You don’t hate me,” I thought to myself.

Prismatic, at peace.

Perhaps the worst hand,

has already been dealt.