Orange

Orange This now time is a gift to graft a moment In the mist, Or how in the midst of circumstance; Such volatility brews this even stance to render; balance for the few; What year is this bleak friend? You who seeks vibrations from the set, The top of the refrigerator, The bottom of the sea? Where does a deep remorseful dream stir?; To well up deep within the shuddering silence Held within; or does a dark wave’s causation meld with Castigation of one’s doubts. But in this brilliant sunrise display all shines, all smiles, all cascades from window shade to Refractive prism’s wonder: Orange. A vacant stare upon the surface is not required or Allowed in this kitchen’s staging glory Palms up I have summoned you, From my heart, Welled up through my eyes, Selective in surprise to see, To seek, To let such majesty seep one blue, To let this moment stand a sterling gift to you: Orange.