rainbow
My tranquility has colors.
It's ROYGBIV…
The treasure one is art
with a predicted scent.
It smells like wildflowers.
Yet, my sonority's power
sounds like a well-tuned piano.
A white piano…
And yes, my peace is smooth.
I hear nothing…
The nothingness is sweet.
My tenderness feels fine.
Is dainty like a velvet. Blue velvet.
As is my love. Sprightly like honey.
A lavender honey one. Captivating.
But if the hate is bitter,
if the indifference hurts,
if the tears are fame's vapor,
it's not my job to define it
since my way of loving
is ambrosial… is silky…
I live as blue as the sky,
I feel the spirit warm,
I live dreams
and,
when I wake up,
I refuse to see
that reality could be
an aphotic, so over-gloomy.
The magic of the cosmic symbol
has spread its power all over me.
I live only in the honeyed and
warm colors of the rainbow.
