Whispers of Light
While sleeping I hear whispers of light.
How softly he spoke with a quiet glow,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.
Blue’s bold, red’s extreme, yellow’s delight,
Mixing and blending creating a wonderful flow.
While sleeping I hear whispers of light.
Slowly the colors become intensely bright;
They are alive and begin to grow,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.
He comforts me into the zone of twilight.
Oh what a dream “I can see Van Gogh.”
While sleeping I hear whispers of light.
I become free like a bird in flight,
And can see all the joyful colors below,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.
Why are people staring at me, how impolite.
For eternity in a gallery as part of the show.
While sleeping I hear whispers of light,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.
By: Greg Stanley
February 5, 2014
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