Any Colour You Like

Grey and fading standing near doorway half lit by soft shaft of lamplight it came all at once rushing to the forefront like pink and purple and stars and clouds began to recede finally after six years and a month of overlap and a tip of the iceberg but that was all he got for all his sweating over dreams and schemes and blue blooded circuses and keeping the hair on and discoloured scented candles like the yellow of his beloved or the rainbow hair.
He cried,
for want of a smile.