Vivid promises lurk
Under smooth quiet water,
Thoughts splashing past.
Thoughts splashing past.
Dancing freely on ripples;
This muddy colour.
This muddy colour,
Blossoming with moonlight's touch.
Rocking and sparkling!
Rocking and sparkling!
Glowing in darkness; swaying.
Swirling and springing.
Swirling and springing,
These desires fly freely!
Quietly I lay.
***
Quietly I lay.
Lethargic, heeding no sense.
Another tiny death.
Another tiny death,
Mini gusting feelings taunting,
Little by little.
Little by little
Pummeling a sluggish breast,
Guiding this lungful.
Guiding this lungful
With desire and yearning,
Tossing and turning.
Tossing and turning,
Twisting ideas and thoughts.
Bitter winds blowing.
Bitter winds blowing
Flowers flickering and flying.
Fragile rainbow’s shine.
Fragile rainbow’s shine.
Every colour is vital.
Shimmering dream arc.
***
Shimmering dream arc
Filling the world everywhere
With hopeful promise.
With hopeful promise,
Firing these unconscious minds:
All colours matter.
All colours matter
Bringing warmth and compassion
Honesty and love.
Honesty and love.
These embers burning with passion,
Affect our conscious.
Affect our conscious
With the entire rainbow.
Vivid promises lurk.
***
About the Creator
Juanita Buck
Telling stories since I could intelligibility write, now I do it in these categories:
Writer of poetry
Writer of fan fiction
Writer of children's stories
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