The year that ran past us had been
grey, right down to the marrow
and she couldn't understand it

at all, so she took my hands when
I couldn't say refuse her, and
she asked me to pray for colour.

We could dream it all here, she said
because she had so much faith
she could barely feel the ground

shaking beneath us with the sound
of highways and falling bombs.
It'll rain, she told me, rain hard,

and we'll teach ourselves to paint
the entire city over. She had so much faith
in her eyes, she'd nearly gone blind.