Mauve and purples,
flecked by light green,
the upside-down steeples,
are visited by the courtiers,
who enjoy communion over flagons of nectar,
and who have many rooms to visit,
this is their shimmering palace,
swaying lightly in the breeze

Roadside rainbow,
possibility of a dream,
in the fluid spectrum,
an accidental glimpse,
of paradise