And then suddenly,
Everything stayed the same.
And those who had called so strongly
on clear cool colors subdued
Refocused their lenses,
On those who had seen
The warmth of those same colors move.

Yet others without the solitude
of times infinite sound in flight
Were slowly revised within the sky
Then encircled in scents of blue.
And whether they felt soft color or not,
Still they sculpted from pools of light,
Their own shadows to celebrate the sight,

Yet the sun still burned their ideas alive,  
To drift along windblown visual lines,
to see the place where passion shines
Ever un-unprepared for the view.  
A day and a night they cowered in fright
And then suddenly nothing changed again,
Suddenly nothing was new.