All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter

The doorbell rang

Red; harsh against the soft,

Green mist of the traffic outside.

She got up, her chair creaking

Violet in her ears, and walked to the door,

Her footsteps echoing in light silver.

She turned the yellow latch;

The door showed her the bright white screech of a mouse

And she beheld the deep blue voice facing her.

But there was something else:

A glorious gold she had never before heard:

The voice of God, serenading her soul.

She felt herself lost as the gold washed over her,

Like music to her eyes, as she swam in it,

Unblinking.

Reawakened by the deep blue of the man before her,

She gazed upon his voice intently

Lest she be ensnared once more.

At last, she acknowledged the man standing in her

White doorway, supporting under his arm the magnificent, whirring

Golden window as he spoke in blue:

“Could I interest you in a skylight?”

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