Prismatic

He reflects those with
whom he surrounds-
bright and shiny,
his colors abound.

Separate yet
contained,
a space for each
side-
showing, glowing
but so much to hide.

Eyes deeply guarded,
wistful and blue-
looking at you
with that perfectly
prismatic hue.

Colors of blood,
red roses that
weep-
before Rose
learns that her boy
has begun to seep,
soon to be forever asleep.

A car ride away
from fates dismal gray,
"Hoooray hooray for JFK!"
are the final sounds his ears
take in
before shots rob our world
of it's most treasured brethren.

A rip,
a fault
in the fabric of
the new frontier-
Peace treaties and hope now
replaced with fear.

Colors, so many
reflected before
now gone forever,
forever more.