~Dance of Colors~

Colors separating as they
fan across the skies,
A dance of misted prisms
cast within all sleeping eyes.
Drifting ever-closer
to encapsulate our dreams,
The vibrance of these rainbows
dance upon untussled seams.

On borrowed breath and shallow heart
awaken into night,
An iris of all colors growing
just within our sight.
Stepping ever-close the colors
grow within this sphere,
To gather in all daydreams
and erase all darkness near.

And as we look upon that place
all multiple in hue,
We find ourselves a different way
and see ourselves anew.

2005 sinnaminsun