You come in different colors and I cannot tell. I especially cannot tell what it is I’m waiting for. Or who. Or what color it’ll eventually be. 

And my feet, they trudge ahead of me. Towards still waters, towards a sky full of stars. Towards colors that blind. 

 What is the color of deliverance, of peace, of certainty?

White, bright and silvery like a blinding light? 

Where do the stars lead under dark clouds?