Colors beyond the stone faces,
Love beyond the old facade
Flying above what we can see
Our simple goals
We are blind to beauty
Until its wings
Land on your shoulder on
The cold train,
Then you are scared
Because such miracles
Have become unfamiliar,
And the unfamiliar,
We have learned to
Reject
But sometimes,
The colors are embraced,
By those are who can
Still see,
So that it is
Natural, familiar, and then the
Colors stuck in the grey,
Are set free,
Out into the world,
To once again,
Drift off,
The unknown
And the
Feared.