Warmth of the winter sun
Is Cold and pale.
Yet still greater than a full moon glance.
It Illuminates hidden colors
At once you thought was –
Was actually darker than it was.
It was supposed to ease your
Qualms but only supplemented your grunts.
No more, no more
No more, No more, no more
NO More, NO MORE!
Let it’s light be of deep consequences.
A reverberation through time
Silently working its way through
The Recesses and cracks of your
And loosely give in,
And feel yourself lost
Beneath wild hues
& grand pigments.
Scream then out loud
For More and More and More and More and More and More…