Colours Of My Mind Poem by Clare McWilliams

Whispers on the wind
Colours of my mind
Smoke out of the chimney top
To heaven skyward wind.

Can you see the beauty?
Or has life dulled your eyes?
The cynics were the dog men
That spread each-others lies.

The door that is held open,
A smile to one alone,
Listening to anothers pain,
A quick call on the phone.

These are the whispers of my mind
The colours of my life.
I wonder if you see them too
Or do you only see the strife?