WAVE OF COLOR
a
call
to time
to pause
and appease
our screaming plea
for yet another chance
to borrow more moments
goes unheeded as we hover
heavy on the edge of an age
strewn with souls so hungry
from self-ruined harvests
and manmade deserts
so wide yet closed
to all the trickles
of intuition’s
direction
they’re
weary
and
wait
to be
washed
with a wave
of fresher insight
an age of brighter hue
as yet unknown yet free
from fear and full of wonder
it spills upon the waiting shore
in strong yet gentle greeting
transparent to every eye
to all hearts familiar
splashing sacred
dream plans
as golden
shower
feel
it
?
