RC (10/20/1988 / Beaverton, OR)

Colorful Winter

Pure white dreams
Are floating on wings
Made of crystal
And of songs
That only colors sing
And hearing the purple music
Played by the shadows
At winter day's end
When the grey cold
Reaches bone
And orange fire warms the soul
And friends make blue hearts smile.
The green mind creates games
To play all day
Out under snow filled skies.
The red lust of the mountain
Pulls strong on the soul
Days of yellow sand seem far, far away.
Children’s pink laughter rings out
Piercing the soft white air.
The crystalline pureness
Covering the earth
Casts wonderful rainbows
Right into the soul.


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