funkypoem1

each and every day, rainbows of humanity pass before our eyes. endless cycles of lovers, and haters; offspring, and ancestors; all of whom exception belies.

so as we watch this parade float by, and elevated few consciously absorb this refraction of light and spirit; and those that do will reflect to you one's destiny in a mirror.

so many colors are you, such a vibrant hue- and how you've illuminated by days that were once in such a haze...

so as the bolds of your past pillars fade to pastels, bear in mind the space you create for that neverending well of grace.