The sun goes down while
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow
How does the physics do that?
Category: Poetry
Red tide of fire
Red tide of fire
Flash floods every morning
With the sun’s first rays
Tnorala Dreaming
In the time of world-dawn
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens
The flood
They come trickling in
By ones
By twos
By threes
By fives
By ones
By twos
By threes
By fives
For him
Like a rising tide
They come
In ripples
Magic is a child
Magic is a child
All the better
In bunches
On being grateful in a shroud of dust
I awaken to a shroud of dust
A sun hangs low and wan
Weakly luminous
Shadowless
Its light dispersed
By an atmosphere
Still, unmoving
Thick with particles
Grey is Fine for Me
Some prefer the sunshine
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
Missing the Sun
I live in a rainforest
Clouds and drizzle and downpours
Are my grey life
Clouds and drizzle and downpours
Are my grey life
But every now and again
The sun shines through
For weeks, or months
Symmetry and Shadow
Exquisite symmetry
Broken only by shadows
Fallen astray
Creating:
Broken only by shadows
Fallen astray
Creating:
Shape
Beauty
Insight
Possibility
Broken things
The things we can make
Of broken things
Surprise and delight
Like a mosaic,
Or a temple
Of broken things
Surprise and delight
Like a mosaic,
Or a temple
The friends we can make
Of broken friends
Surprise and delight
Like a lover
Or a mentor
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