you know a color's beauty when you see it. it does not come about by any other name except by which we agree a rose is but a rose and it smells of red.

prism full of light, poetry, steven humphreys

Prism full of light

Colors in refracted light likened to a rainbow a vibration and melodic chord playing life in sounds in flight in the mountains endowment in height you ask of me I have no answers that make sense the way of my mind's eye wrap around a prism of light in eerie dark for there are unknown… Continue reading Prism full of light