Rainbow Night

Reds flashing

Fiery bright

Yellows illuminating

Lighting the night

Blues soft as feathers

Crystalline in hue

Amid greens dancing wildly

Flickering one, two.

Purples as brilliant

As dusk feeding night

Pinks crimson gold

Lift off, taking flight

A gentle twist here

And a turnabout there

The magic lingers on

A hushed brilliance in the air.

Colors dance

Swirling in song

A rhythm so pure

 So humble , so strong.

So wrong in its erratic

Spell-binding tune

So right in its purity

A divinity, a muse.

A rich eloquence

As cannot be repeated

I find colors thereafter

Somewhat shy and depleted.

To what do I owe

This pleasurable sight?

These colors so rich

So pure in the night

The cuts of the stone

So smooth and so right

A perfect catapult

To shape, to cast light

The rhythm will slow

The beat start to fade

But the colors

The colors!

The colors will stay

They’ll slow to a waltz

A soft dance they’ll do

Flicking and fleeting

A mild pulse ‘round the room

All will be silent

All will be still

A hibernation of whimsy

Of fancy, of thrill.

Rest now young colors

So sprightly 

So bright

Tomorrow’s a new day

To inspire, to make light.