Sides,that drift
with
***** walls.

This abode
of
Night time halls

Where some have
wept
Their one last call

The holder
stops
For one last fall

Not knowing, where the universe begins
Or how far, the darkness extends
Can one know, where it actually ends

Quick lives painted,
By the yellows, reds, and blues.
Colorful lives they were,
Intensely hued in shades.
Kaleidoscope lives.

Chromatic colors of this world,
Not the next.  Although,
Flashes of heaven seen,
Built on moments,
Of crazy subdued!

Essences of bright colors
brought to bear,
For love, against hate.
A spark among mediocrities,
Starting blazes to change worlds.

Splashes of color,
In a darkening sky.
Fireworks streaking to explode,
Falling, extinguished,
Lacking flame for going on.

With their absence,
A vista left more dreary,
Yet carried to the next world,
A sparkle of color heaven gained,
Giving God a smile.

© 2016 Jim Davis