I walked along the paths of cobble amongst the dim street light,
An elegant choreography of colours filled the air of the amber sky as my mind drifted away.
The symphony of the wind plays their allegro, their presto.
A masterpiece for your senses.

I was strolling for what seemed like an eternity, thinking about that elusive feeling
Of a white man's hand caressing my shoulder.
I stop.

The gates open in front of me
A golden glow conceals my shallow breathing as the sky fills with cinders and dust.
It is calling my name as I stand there petrified.
What was golden turns dark orange.
My eyes refocus. I wake up.

The soft embrace of the rain, the effervescent smell of petrichor fills my nostrils as darkness consumes my thoughts.
The penultimate burden is the least cumbersome for the most daunting one trails the contour of my head.
A white man's hand emerging behind me.