She was alive with the vibrant colors
of the Indian dress she wore.
Light danced around her,
its brilliance refracted in her eyes.

Translucent beams of screaming color
poured out from her soul,
flowed onto her canvas,
in the shapes of her visions divine.

The artist that was always within her
found a tempting muse,
as a scene unfolded,
echoed by the gentle strokes of her brush.

Light pouring through the evening clouds
as a summer rain ends.
A rainbow takes its place
atop a setting sun masterpiece of a sky