dreamscape

it was a pleasure to burn.

for years i dreamed in black and white

then you appeared

flaming red

burning quickly and furiously

i couldn't take my eyes off of you

you were the only color i knew

but fire was foreign to me

its warmth so intense

i should have known better

than to stick my hand in.

you should have told me.

the feeling of your fire on my hands

the sight of my burned skin

brought tears to my eyes

and i begged for my shades of black and white

but colors are sights we cannot unsee

feelings we cannot forget

words we cannot keep quiet.

i learned not to look too long at you

for the spots in my vision that followed

i learned not to mistake hellfire

for heaven's white lights

i have discovered other colors since

none of which have yet blinded me

quite like you

my skin has healed from your fire

my nerves are far less sensitive.

the rain washed away

my last sentiments for you

and in its wake

a rainbow waits