What if what I call blue is green to thine eyes
And I call your green blue, and so do you
If my sky was the colour of grass to you
And what if this wasn't limited only to hues
If a ripe fruit tasted to you as a sour one to me
But we both called it sweet all the same
What if the mirror showed you what it did to me
And it was 'me' to both. What a weird game!
We'd talk of the same things we loved
The sky at sunset and the lemon tart
The words would be the same as would the names
But what we loved, poles apart
She looked at her walls, let out a sigh
Rectangles of paper, garnished with dust
The blazers from school, kites in the sky
Points for the book she thought, write she must
Scraps of paper, that’s what’s left
Caught and stilled, from yester years
Reminder of what you can’t have any more
Coloured paper and long-dried tears
She stood at her window, t’was a clear night,
Stars emboldened, for the moon was shy
The studded firmament, quite a sight
She smiled and let out another sigh
The twinkling specks had whispered to her
They were flashes from light years away
Caught and stilled a million years ago
And yet, over cheer they held their sway
She wiped the dust off her own stars
Times change, and people depart
There’s no going back to them
But the old pictures warmed her heart