I Can Hear the Color
The sounds of color
Dancing through my dreams
Animated notes on an
Astral stage.
Ribbons flit to and fro
A circus of music;
Energy generated in night realms…
My dreamtime stage is sweet.
Light play is the ultimate composer and
Music is a universal gift of repose.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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