#color #dreams


Duilia  is seem in a pool of light,

Orange, purple, and white.

Like the surface of a pool,

Light you can swim through.

Her body seems to turn colors,

With the light,

Or is it just the light reflecting,

Off of her skin.

She looks beautiful.

I am entranced.

Entranced by her and the light.

Duilia, I yell !

Echos answer me.

Like a crystal,

That Dulia can walk through.

Duilia, beautiful Duilia,

Bathing in a pool of light.



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She pulls flashing flames of color

into her fingertips,

tries to tame the universe

with ghosts that dance in the raindrops


Explosions of the secrets

contained in a kaleidoscope,

hues delicate as printed paper,

intoxicating as sunlight on her shoulders


She harnesses the clash

of the icy shivers and the tongues of fire,

eyes flickering with blinding white clouds,

hair glittering black as onyx


And the shards of sun

drenched in red and blue

pierce her lungs,

force open her eyes


She floats headfirst

into the sunset horizon

and rides the color wheel

into a world all her own

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Written 2/10/16