~ Strange Rays ~

Myriad wintry lights!

Strange rays, refracted waves

Crisp, sharp, cool to a touch

As if glass moonbeams poised

Stained with Life’s full passions;

Sky is night, yet misplaced

Clouds displaced by silence

This moment so well known

When voiceless “things” longing

Would groan if there were room

Between each crowded beam;

Poised and stained and...smiling

Joyous to be set loose

Dissected from stark white

Colorless, passionless

Loose to choose, loose to change

Loose  to become strange rays

In moments so well known.

--Misery

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Much like this poem there is a beauty in strange rays☺some things feel so hard to understand...but they are not. 41 stark white views...colorless...passionless...I got my red crayon out...let's see how much damage I can do with this baby😈😙

[Misery]

Thank you, dear poet.
No doubt you will, from heights to depths and upward again, paint a town with your crimson crayon of poetic flame.