Red: the color of a friend’s cheeks as she smiles
Orange: the end of a pristine day
Yellow: the feeling of the sunshine on my shoulders
Green: a new leaf springing from the ground
Blue: the hue of a tear from a soft heart
Violet: the flower that blooms at night
I shatter the prism
And all I see is light.
Mist, crystals of the morning,
Are gathering around the towering
Skyscrapers, clinging to the window.
Dawn alights her train
I leap from the window to fly with her.
At the crossroads
Basking in the golden glow
Afternoon pouring upon our shoulders
Will carry us miles
On the journey that we are destined to go
When steel meets with courage
In the strength of the dawn
Will we hold our heads high
To face the sun?
As we gather our sorrows and strengths
In our packs
We say goodbye
As we cross the tracks
And the tears that gather
Like armies in our eyes
Will show us the way to a new sunrise
And will I clasp your hand
For the very last time
The future is yours and mine
When I was a young girl,
Maybe five or six,
With thick, chestnut brown hair curled
This way and that,
I collected words:
Beautiful words, long words, strange words, pious words --
I journeyed through seas, foreign lands, and valleys to find them
I probed jungles of tangled letters and
Oceans of fragile paper
I climbed the creased valleys of books
And when I found the right word,
I captured it like a caterpillar
And held it close to my heart,
Placing the word inside a glass jar
Where everyday I could contemplate its beauty and constancy
Not ready to release them,
Afraid to let them go,
I quietly watched them sprout paper wings
And flutter about within my jar
And when the time ripened upon its branches,
I set them free on paper
I can still hear the echoing flutter of their wings...
A calm tide rushes in upon
Writings in the glittering sand
Dew, sparkling, shatters morning light
Dawn blushes, hues waning under pacific clouds
Then, I see a window.
A sliver, a slice out of dawn's constant blush
And a little white bird lends me its feathers
So I lift my eyes...
Then I rise.
— The End —