there are days
where the only thing
to do is return to a
childlike state of

take the gray dark
swirling about this
space; turn it into
soft raspberry mists
with daiquiri ice doves
curling upwards

cross crystal bridges
where gentleness waits
in better worlds
than the hard of
this place

yet there is beauty too,
pockets of kind, when
you let yourself unwind
in lemony sunder

see through the eyes
as the child who’s wise who
knows Love is the rainbow
that brings the world color