the grey area

there was a time when

life was fraught

life was fraught when there were black lines betwixt our lambent hues

it divided us

rich and poor

white and others

master and slave

the living and the survivors

grey areas were merely for the arcane to poetise

grey areas were merely for the artistes to illume

grey areas were merely for the esoteric to debate

grey areas were merely for the dreamers to dream

our colours splashed

we prodded the canvas in abstract lustres

we prodded the canvas in abstract lustres welded shapes that gave us ideas

we mingled

we mingled —in amorous trysts—

we mingled and traditions seeped into a celestial ballet of lights

like a rainbow stretched with its sequins

like a rainbow stretched with its sequins with swirling colours

like a rainbow stretched with its sequins with swirling colours —of creeds and dogmas

like a rainbow stretched with its sequins with swirling colours —of hopes and dreams

we coloured the canvas of that grey area

we weaved ourselves into artwork

we weaved ourselves into artwork of love

of goodness we weaved ourselves into artwork

of sacred simplicity we weaved ourselves into artwork

we became us.