It is with the rising of the sun
and the drying of the early morning dew,
that the dangling prism begins its mysterious charade.

Like a peacock boasting its magnificent display,
the radiant sunbeam parades in, transforming
into a lovely array of flaunting colors
strutting proudly in a striking promenade.

Like sweethearts on a shadowed balcony,
the tinted ribbons of light passionately dance
harmonizing to a silent serenade.

And for one hypnotic moment, I am absorbed;
entirely entranced by the dazzling hues
as they are descreetly unveiled
like the secretive guest at a masquerade.

12/11/2001

Posted on 12/11/2001
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