Capital

the city of colour
hums its light in spectres
the rooftops punch a rhythm 
burned orange

he feels like a lungful of
mountain air
a spring breeze catching
my hair
the birth of a new day

I have come here not
for rhyme but for reason
reimagined the skyline
a thousand times

expected nothing but a 
biting sadness
but I gambled nothing and
gave all I had into the blindest bet
I ever made

the blue far above blessed
my tired eyes and 
the weary clouds healed the wounds
better than the Sun
ever could