It All Begins
It All Begins...
It all begins as a point of light,
a spreading blush of blue;
Till soon the entire field is full
with the iridescent hue.
Fickle, though: the slightest move
does banish it;
a blaring of reds and yellows appear.
Trumpet mutes come into play;
and green evolves,
spreading an earthly glow.
Colors shift and shift again;
a reprise of all,
displayed in fractured array.
Now spider-web borders
of black are into the pattern wove,
Till shifting and changing for all they are worth,
they cannot still a pattern repeat:
each one, seen once, and then extinct.
Shifting and changing,
all day, all night,
the glowing colors flow.
And in the crystals' falling shifts,
I see the world,
hear it grind
to a restless, syncopated beat.
Still the colors meld and break and fall
as I sit, staring
through my kaleidoscope of dreams.
© C.E. Carl 5-16-88; rev 8-8-09
© (rev) C.E. (Carl) Elias . 5-5-2010
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