Colour Dance waiting for sunrise, pastel orange sky, december's icy winter, i watch as birds fly, east (not south). confusion! a bouquet sings, it dances, pirouettes, flashes excited eyes. she worships beauty in her mirror, in the morning light. when the sun arises, she sings a bouquet song. she is amazing in wonderful colours, that i cannot see. her beauty blinds me, lights in skies, long summer days. it pays to be careful. staring at the sun damages our vision. her overwhelming beauty.