Phantasmagoria
Dark black is the pigment of the night
Sans the moon and stars, a gloomy sight
When what is there cannot be gleamed
Dense clouds blocking light streams
Detached stares probing the unseen
Vaguely tracing for colors in the dim
Long stares rendered the sky askew
Empty eyes saw spectrum of hues
Phantasmagoria, an optical illusion
For a lost soul in state of disillusion
A strange dream, a rainbow at night
Tinges of hope when none in sight
Red ignites sparkle of passion
Orange evokes positive emotions
Yellow induces clarity of thoughts
Green implies balance and growth
Blue relaxes and calms the spirit
Indigo opens doors for the infinite
Purple sparks creative inspiration
Positive aura of color connections
In the skylight, morning or evening
A mirage of color prism lies therein
Our eyes reflect what the mind can see
Challenging how positive one can be.
Copyright © Meadow Morada | Year Posted 2016
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