COLOR THE DARKA Poem by Eagle CruaghCOLOR THE DARK
She lives, breathing deep
Her colors flowing while we sleep
Dancing, alive, whimsical luminosity
We watch, fascinated and strive
To fathom the reality cherishing hues
Ever splitting into tendrils glowing
Sputtering sounds of popping clues
Tubes of effervescent bouquet
Transforming the night into iridescent day
We are transformed in flickering play
As the neon lines glow blazing
Bringing light and life to a dying city © 2011 Eagle CruaghReviews
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15 Reviews Added on July 6, 2011 Last Updated on July 6, 2011 AuthorEagle CruaghCAAbout-------It is your mind---- that creates this world--- -----Buddha ----------------------- eaglecruagh.blogspot.com .. more..Writing
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