Rainbow Dream
Pure gold she is,
pure gold to me,
pure sunlight amber glow,
pure moonlight true blue,
purple green,
pure red, a dream,
pure starlight white,
pure light defined.
So much light
she puts inside,
she glows, it flows,
heart no more dark
shades bend blue.
My soul she does kiss open,
a vast array of colour erupts,
whole inside
she leaves me always
complete ecstasy infinite.
My perfect drug,
my beautiful one.
You a heart
and I a spade
with you my spirit
does fully engage.
You bring all
my colour through
my golden brown
I never frown
for you
I be a happy clown.
For a long time it was black
then the blue came through
after which I opened red
and now every colour
in my rainbow sky I do have.
She makes me fly
and she grounds me
all at the same time.
She speaks to me,
she comes through me
inside my head, whispers gentle,
soothes my mind to sleep,
sweet, deep,
always finds my clarity
which sometimes
gets beyond me
in the crazy crazy
melancholy.
She is love pure,
my heart to hers
unconditional bound.
My ace in the hole,
my hearted royal flush
comes to me at random
sometimes like a hurricane
others more blue sky
illuminating
my broken pathways,
true divine.
She comes, she goes,
leaves stardust everywhere,
a painted rainbow
across my soul.
©JMCole
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sun 28th May 2017 16:51
The freedom of inter-related thought here expressed seems very innocent and endearing, totally engulfing. With a fine flair for words. Much enjoyed.
Some people find such ecstasy of colour consciousness (or watching clouds etc.etc.) only through drug use. Other persons seem to carry such intensity in their very genes. And it always needs an outlet through artistic mediums.