The urge of whirling stars told me sleeping
I should write about you today but I only see
A coursing down of bricks that lie there black and white
Any writing of you in that way’s just not right
The letters I’d choose in the wording of my you
Would be a rainbow’s reflection in its vapored mist
Words as wild birds flown from that spot where they sat
Go find a pot of gold already once removed
That cast of colors wash as water sits on sand
Unmatched by any palette’s shade or hue
Or any typeface known compared with you
A dream awakened image just ungrasped
I’ll watch for a better day to write a poem
That captures in my eye your sparkler glow
Lanning Lee 