Prism

Once I was there.

Confused

And conversing with my mind

Rolling in raging rapids of an unused game.

Now I am here and joy is seeing

The convex reflection of love in a lover’s eyes.

The continuity of an astrological symphony

The junction of Aquarius and Capricorn  

The bliss of giving remedy, 

and reminding you and the other how to cry

Sadness is the art of loneliness

Germinating the seeds sowed 

In the light of a fresh cut prism

Projecting unruly, unpainted colors.

Each spectrum of novel light is

Odorous with stagnant significance and

Minute as the product of starlight through water vapor

In the fruitful life of the sun

Still shining in the iris of affectionate eyes.

Quietness comes from the sadness

Misunderstood as paralysis 

And afraid of polluting laughter

With power great enough to 

Mend shattered looking glass. 

Soon I will be in the eyes of nature,

Sipping the best of organic coffee

Listening to the voice of pristine colors

Pouring from a prism of 

Shared secrets, a jointed reflection

Inside the fluid stare

Of silent, speaking eyes.

I take it for granted 

Awesome silence is achieved

When a record stops 

Even after the final crackle of vinyl

The sustain of Jimi Hendrix

And the strum of the spokes 

With one or two clicks on the slope of the final hill

Rides with me on the journey home. 

~S.P.C