Rainbows in the Pen
Words sewn together with vibrant colors
with sinewy threads among all others
splashing upon the parchment in ardent haste
running wild like lovers in sweet embrace
pulling the colors from the rainbows down
from high in the sky then to earthen bound
to the eyes, to the heart, to the poetic mind
emptying the skies and leaving none behind
fitting all of heaven inside one solitary pen
and coating it with the finest colors then
melting them down in the furnace in the soul
stoking the fires with a mysterious exotic coal
heating up the heart with yellows and reds
tying words together with flaming threads
moving the pen through jungles and exotic isles
to the dens of vixens and exposing all her wiles
coloring life with roses and sweet perfumes
living up high and lounging in blue rooms
as the pen travels from spectrum to spectrum
with rainbows and threads so tightly spun
writing sonnets with colors that dance
that move ahead and through time advance.
For words are rainbows and colors written down,
that spill upon the parchment so tightly bound.
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