When I dreamt of you, you were nothing but a shade of colours in the dominion of rainbows. I saw the blue and yellow coming out of your skin. Golden it seemed to me and sapphire, wrapping the air around you. An aura of happiness and calm, an aura of excitement and delighted smiles. Red the warmth that came out of your beating heart. Light green was the grass that emerged from your head. Your thoughts were the earth underneath, meant to be fertile and full of food and water to the coloured flowers that grew in your mouth, ready to blossom at a first breath.
I looked at you and felt the sound of the music coming from your soul. The anger from your childhood, from all the unknown features of life, a mix of annoying feelings from ignorance and excitement of the discovery. I felt your dark blue eyes while they were staring at the surrounding world with amazement. I used to taste the flavours of new-born leaves. Attached to the branch of those that gave them life. Didn’t want to leave them behind, didn’t want to ruthlessly detach and wound and scar them for life. Between brown and a bright white the room around you would enclose you inside.
Then, time have passed and the little they learnt from the strength used against the wind from being dense and together changed. Autumn came and each and every brother and sister fell to the ground. Some of them insisted on staying on the tree that brought them to life, but the same ones were lost and with any coup launched by the breeze, they would be sent away, marginalized and in exile they would die. Darkness would colour their soul, emptiness would reach their own thoughts.
I have been observing you for a little too long a time to be impartial and just. I fell in love with your story and with the nature of you. You grew your own radix, after leaving the ones that gave you life behind you. They have developed since, stronger and stronger and finally you were the one growing your own leaves at the end of the branches. The grey blood coming from your veins became dew on petals of roses.
You are all done now, but when you feel the wind blowing all of your efforts away, you still are afraid of not knowing what is awaiting for you next. Those are all the dreams I had of you. But the shades of rainbow’s colours are still there, wherever you go, whatever you become, they will follow you as shadows under the sunset light of June.