Crayon Box Dreams

When I look back ’pon a life, monochrome A black and white me in a world of grey How colour free were the streets I would roam When dull, then dark was the path of my day In that pencil sketch within which I dwelt I could not predict as the grey grew late… The glint in your eye, a spark, seen and felt We shared a low wall for that; our first date Never would I be a painting in oil But crayons, perhaps, were tucked up your sleeve A pallet of wax with which you would toil To brighten my world with colours that breathe And forty years on, you know what I think… The guy by your side… that’s me… in the pink