He is the creator of wishes stirring wants inside my head,
And a need to bring every burning star to their death.

He is the bringer of butterflies to this barren, lonely sky.
I watch them dip and dive, around my stomach and in my mind.

He is a sunflower, a lotus; beautifully strong, yet delicate
My alstroemeria, my orchid; I want to linger in your scent.

He is the hope that buzzes in a jar, like a single fly;
The only thing the curiosity of Pandora left behind.

He is the brazen smile, emblazoned in silvery moonlight.
The one who pulls my tides; when I'm low he makes me high.

He is an ocean of music whose waves fill the air,
I'll float away on a heavy swell, carried by his gentle care.

He is a tree that will support me as I climb up to the moon,
Then I'll swim to Neptune, where I'll dream of meeting him soon.

I am lost inside of illusions conjured by a Pisces mind;
Though I haven't felt so real- so alive, in the longest of times.

-SLuR

Kaleidoscope of colour, tone and hue,
Music of universe in clear view,
Metre, tempo, melody and form,
Orchestral dance of earth's perform

Red of blood, carnage and shame,
Lust and fire, vitality and flame,
Crimson lips, love 'n ardour
Rosehips, poppies, alstroemeria

Orange, the dying streaks of sunset,
Colour o' autumn, auburn 'n russet,
Yellow of marigolds and daffodils of spring,
Rays of sunshine, crown of a king

Green, budding vegetables, life in leaf,
Emerging fruit, as nights wax brief,
Secret of sacred, cerulean sky,
Depths of the oceans in baby's eye

Indigo, the aura, 'n shade between us,
Introspective Saturn with yearn o' Venus,
Violet, a vision in sparkling dew,
Tip-toe of angels in morning sky-blue.

Not for us the rust-dust of mars,
Drab rocks o' Mercury or ash o' moon-star,
The greys of the Moon and Jupiter's orange
Are the lots of the bare, the barren 'n boring

For us white light gives peak presentation
Purity dividing in seven parts,
The King's love 'n kiss and covenantation
To human cognition, His heart in our hearts.

Next time you witness cosmic narration,
Give ear 'n thought to divine proclamation,
For not in heaven is His abode
But in the twinkling twilight o' life's trying road