She sees...beauty within,
liquid flowings and right-angles,
triumphant colors create and mix,
words sing and dance sweepingly,
imagination flares like a sun,
blinding her eyes
to reality...

All her life she’s lived within,
starting as a young child,
cherishing her mini cosmos,
fueled by books, by thoughts
of flighty-fancy and vivid
wide-high dreams, by
creativity.

Within...is a universe,
crooning love songs
in a purple language, hope
is chartreuse, laughter a blazing star
of sunset shafts, radiating out,
pulsing through corners,
bending time's lines,
fiery sparklers shoot
into her mind-sight...

She can speak eloquently
on keyboards, or in her mind,
rehearsing for meetings,
of substantiality,
trying to make it fit,
reality checks, ceasing
never-ending visions,
within...is night.

She sees...beauty within,
liquid flowings and right-angles,
triumphant colors create and mix,
words sing and dance sweepingly,
imagination flares like a sun,
blinding her eyes
to reality...

All her life she’s lived within,
starting as a young child,
cherishing her mini cosmos,
fueled by books, by thoughts
of flighty-fancy and vivid
wide-high dreams, by
creativity.

Within...is a universe,
crooning love songs
in a purple language, hope
is chartreuse, laughter a blazing star
of sunset shafts, radiating out,
pulsing through corners,
bending time's lines,
fiery sparklers shoot
into her mind-sight...

She can speak eloquently
on keyboards, or in her mind,
rehearsing for meetings,
of substantiality,
trying to make it fit,
reality checks, ceasing
never-ending visions,
within...is night.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/21/02