It was dawn when it happened
I was taking a walk and then she appeared like a goddess.
The only light on her face was the red mist from the smoke she was having .
In the very heart of the blackest night.
At a the corner of 5th and something.
I swear it was like she manifested from the graffiti on the wall.
There were highlights of orange, red and blue on her features.
I was entranced.
It hit me like a wave.
Something I’d experienced a million times before but in a new-found intensity.
I was floating with the colors of her face.
Flying in a sea of words that meant nothing and everything.
When something within me stirred.
There I was, tossing words,
hoping to god they were never to be heard.
She never stopped walking, my angel in colors
I never got to see the true face of my minute muse.
Everything about her inspired me.
Everything about her baffled me.
I closed my eyes for a second.
She was gone.
I kept staring at the graffiti on the wall
For another glimpse.
She always appeared though,
At least in my head,
In a sea of rainbows.
Protected from all this mundane gray.
At least for that, I should be thankful,
At least ..
She reminded me
I could still be inspired.