She loved Rainbow Brite apparently a snoopy neighbor said.
She is good with the primary colors – yellow, blue and red.
We whispered about her house, and her clothes too.
She was as cheery and fantastic, she loved a certain hue.
She came spinning outside and did a dance in the lawn.
What on earth is she wearing? What does she have on?
She is Rainbow Brite, I said, happy to know this adorable beast
She was living life aloud, not shy or quiet in the least!
You have to admit, the future's looking bright
- with corona seeming to fizzle out a bit, with
cryptocurrency, the metaverse and the futuristic,
kiss-your-sister quality of lab-grown meat to
save the planet - yep, things are looking up.
When I gaze up at the evening sky (by the way I think everybody should)
I’m often reminded of my younger days…back in my childhood.
Back when I played with my Lite Brite…for often I would sigh…when I saw the constellations I created…back when I controlled the sky.
And I wonder if ancient astrologers gazing up into the night…were as enamored with what they saw…as I was with my Lite Brite.
Back when I played connect the dots…when it wasn’t always clear…when I started to connect them…what picture would appear.
And I wonder how long it took ancient astrologers to make the correlation…to connect the dots of light across the sky and form the constellations.
I don’t think it crazy or in the least bizarre…to think there was a little bit of child in those ancient astrologers as they gazed up at the stars
Perhaps they formed their beliefs…and found answers to the question why…by playing, in their own way, with their Lite Brite in the sky.
Gazing at the constellations tonight…I’m filled with a host of childhood thoughts…which makes me want to thank those ancient astrologers…for connecting all those dots.
She takes the stars up in the sky
And connects their dots at night
Like a giant Etch A Sketch
Her own Galaxy Lite-Brite
Using neon highlighter
All the colors she can find
Drawing close the Cosmos
She closes both her eyes
Adding a bit of the abstract
She changes hands from left to right
On this giant Etch A Sketch
Her own Galaxy Lite-Brite
Not just a plastic peg
You reflect the light below
Born into a guiding template
Cast members for the show
We play until our light burns out
Game rules as old as time
Look within and find the source
A true self paradigm
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