Rainbows of the Dark

One’s conscience knows little discretion

while escaping oppressive darkness.

Those…

Of flawed, confused,

fear-driven shadows of themselves flounder

while the blood-hungry-visceral tempters control.

Some…

Awaken as the oozing of crimson threat

seeps into their consciousness.

Others…

Like Wile E. Coyote,

need black-hardened asphalt

rendered to the head,

even if only to see tweety birds

flutter to white musical notes.

A few…

Recognize spectrum’s inherent disturbance,

space morphing itself into

a rainbow’s gathered energy for sensorial gratification,

that personal reward beyond the obvious.

But for some searching…

For the unexpected ebb and flow of patience,

there awaits convergence beneath the surface,

the exploding forth of golden rich reflections

of a winged lion swirling up through the mist,

roaring echoes of wisdom’s imagination

enjoined with the depth of time’s indubitable past,

the omnipresent light beaming the undefined futures

with fractal layers of discovery.

Having finally arrived…

The sublime awakens the many

shapes, forms, and colors

of creativity’s embracing hearts and minds absent color,

finally realizing the scintillating, effervescent, rainbow-rich

quiet hues within longing only to be.

Hopefully…

Today’s tomorrows will provide

the Auroras yet to be experienced,

perhaps diminishing the colorless void

needing but some light to arrest

the rainbows of the dark.