Words of Shining Colour

I'd like to sleep

but somehow it feels

like the dream land

is closing its door

on me to make me

get something out.

There are a few words

shining in their colour

like a rainbow

after the evening summer storm

and even if they're trying to keep it low

somehow they're ringing

in my mind like church bells

in the middle of a silent valley.

So I wish I could 

hold your hand and

tell you how I feel 

right now. 

But you're far beyond

the hills I'm surrounded by

in this peaceful evening.

Thus, it seems I'll

have to keep my stories

and their colours to myself

a bit longer.

Hopefully, not too long

to let them fade away.