M. L. Kiser Poet Prose

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.

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Cynthia Jones April 18, 2015 at 6:16 PM M.L. this write flows very nicely. Well done. :O) Keep up with the great work. Keep on penning. Thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful and creative talents with us. We all truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia M. L. Kiser April 20, 2015 at 8:32 AM Thank you again.