Prism

I met a young black man,

In another realm.

He said,

Your light is rich

I said,

Thank you.

I exist, and persist,

Only when needed.

He said, meaning,

Necessity?

I said, appear

Then i’m gone,

Majestically.

He said, that’s honorable,

I said, an honor to be,

Me, we,

And us;

Humanity, must,

Heal by balancing

Darkness with trust.

I shared a few

Chips out my bag

Then the vision

Switched.

I pitched,

Up an elevator sprout,

Twist out, the phrase

‘Be back later’

Made a right,

Then I,

Left.

Only a prism

Of colors

Primarily left,

Write,

March, and seal,

All of my letters

With a crest.

I am heard,

Only at best.

You whispered me in,

You summoned my chest.

The treasure is impermanence,

The lesson is quest.

I am the test,

Gold colored in hue,

True healer in flesh.