Colors

Sometime between now and forever colors will be seen.  Between their boundaries light will lay on their lines and rest for a while.  And when light awakes infinite shades will be made of dark and light and lines will no longer exist.  And when light gets up to ascend back to the sky, colors will leave an impression. Like wrinkles in fabric leaving patterns on skin, colors left a map of her moods.

How do you move me in ways where winds take to the shade and whisper the power of prayers?  What started in one's heart passes through one's lips and drifts into dreams only to take on the schemes of her colors.