Colorful light shines
rain shower and sun collide
you are my rainbow

All I see,
Is my smile,
And can be viewed as,
"Out of style".

All I see,
Are my eyes,
That I wish,
I could disguise.

All I see,
Is my hair,
Nothing like the others,
so why do I compare.

All you see,
Is my smile,
that could go on,
for many miles.

All you see,
Are my eyes,
That sparkle,
Like the night skies.

All you see,
Is my hair,
That flows,
Out of nowhere.

All I see,
Is nothing like,
What you see.

We are so critical of ourselves,
until we take a step back,
And look around.

Shining star, so far away;
Her starlight travels across,
Distant time and space.

Her warmth travels so far to reach me.

So many years,
She was rising, but I could not see.

Her glimmering starlight reaches me at last.

Now that I can see her, she lights up my sky,

I pray she rises every day and night.
I pray she never vanishes from life.

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Far away on tides of blue,
father still then havens of gray.
Stretching across those wondrous fields
farther still then the breaking day.
Reaching fourth strands of hope,
grasping for life in the depths.

A light appears in the mire,
a hope filled with deepest desire.
The eminence of this light priceless
the glory of its beauty,
eternal.

The stars gleam
the darkness beams,
the heavens soar
and the moon drifts and dreams.

The night is alive
under this sleepless light,
stars shift and sway.
To the beat of its reflecting gleam,
the galaxies drift away, away.

The wolf cries mournfully
to it's long lost love.
The moon in return
shines all the brighter.

The heavens rejoice
for the light is theirs,
the songs of the deep
rising higher and higher.
The night is alive
under the sleepless light,
The stars arrayed in all their splendor.

The night is alive with color and life
Love and peace,
beauty and such magnificence.

When the sleepless lights
shines ever bright,
the darkness fades
and the night comes alive.

There was sunshine coming off of her
Blues and cream dripping from her lips down the crease of her smile
Pooling in the corners of those cheeks
Neon and tangible
The warmth irradiating from the swirls of her fingers
Southern hues
Her intonations dancing between the half moons between her index and middle fingers
Her skin shines
Mississippi mud runs clear over the rivers that dance beneath her collarbone
You can hear it flutter with the clouds
Her heartbeat
It stills the fields she runs through
There was sunshine coming off of her
Whispering strawberry sweetness
Tingeing the souls we carry on our feet.