There was no witness,
No prosecutor or defense,
No jury,
Only one man in a room of judges,
Waiting

And soft, unto vivid petal struck
The tender hand of golden light,
The violent violet blue aflame
To every eyes' intense delight

Pebbles, rolled crystals
Tumbling from houses,
Roaring like lions
And timid as mouses

Frothy as softness
And wetter than seas,
The sweet rain cascades
On emerald-leaved trees

And the frost descends
Like dust,
Kissed by the freezing rain,
In glittering ecstasy

You fill me with sunsets,
Wrap the warm golden light around me,
Entrance me with midnight stars
And throw me to the heavens,
Where I fall to your safe arms

I've learned to doubt purple,
When fat white flakes cascade,
In ice blue eyes and winter skies
In a December rain parade

I savour the red,
Umbrellas and scarves unshed,
The blood doesn't pour, but the fireplace roars
Soft and alone in my bed

I swim in the grey,
Soft skies like seeing seas sway,
Puddles on tar,  frost on the cars,
Fat drops, like the birds, fly away