Poem 1.

his colors and dreams



his colors and dreams were master and child

flights of fantasy and beat of heart combined as one

his sight and wondrous universe made cosmic whole

and sweet breath of life was gentlest flame from some kinder gods

was primeval light all lustrous breath

the stuff of spectral space and zephered time

when evanescent forms emerged and sank

and shimmering colors dissolved in blackest night

am I that vaporous shade

am I that spectral light and wind-shaped mist

is all my burning passion sparkling dust

and art the stuff of truest dreams, or less

false province of some baser fools

sweet world of light and breath

make true my hands, my sight, my dreams

reveal my deepest heart

in this brief moment of cosmic wonder



By Don Ulrich
©2006 USA

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