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
Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment