Emerad streaks of jealousy
will never give its form to me
for shades of blue in every bell
are threading gowns in which I'll swell.
Buttercups have stored my tears
through all the hurting, lonely years.
And orange fire from every rose
has seared my heart when doors would close.
But journaled trees along the stream
await the ivory prints that gleam.
The threshold of an afterglow,
will heal this lost and wouded doe.
Now clothe me with your rhapsody
and paint my world with ecstasy.
Accentuate the black and white
to far remove my scars from sight.
Hold my hand unceasingly?
Face the rest of life with me?
For just one color will I don,
It's past the sunset, far behond.
Aurora borealis,
held as heaven's chalice.
My naked heart will enfold
and only wear eternal gold.
Author: Kathleen B. Vibbert
Indianapolis, IN
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