Colour Dance

Colour Dance

waiting for sunrise,
      pastel orange sky,
december's icy winter,
   i watch as birds fly,
      east (not south).

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