Moon dust blinded my vision
Everything looked strange, opaque, glistening
I was looking through a snowflake.
My world in white, people I knew float by
Ghosts I hardly recognise.
I felt like the ice queen in the storybook
Without the hardness around my heart.
I rubbed and rinsed my eyes with no effect.
Where do I go from here?
I cannot live without colour, my world turned
Upside down. I don’t like it.
I walk to my favourite park, watching
White squirrels rushing from tree to tree
Rain washed tears slowly remove
The dust from my eyes, colour danced
Where it belonged. I am back in my own world
Two hours of strangeness
I cannot tell how it came to be…
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