Green on gold, sun settling
another day into the greater dream.
Rays of glory streaming through the air.
Feathery, the wispy streams -
clouds born of great imagining.

Grace bound within these silent ways
of settling it all. Dusk blanketing
the many with the one. Tomorrow
is already being spun - of twilit hues
and cosmic blue that open to
the deep of indigo.

Green on gold, sun settling
another day into the greater dream.
Rosy hues imprint the blues, and
violet is born of every feel of love in life.
Spirit born of misty hues; even as the blues
evaporate. Love is on the rise again,
at last...

? Michaelette ?