Colour follows you
as you tease out the
secrets of the world around you
Forever precious to
the world within
The universe stands
transfixed upon every event on your horizon
and holds its breath
waiting for you to
trickle back
with a thought,
a look,
a question
You are radiant as
the confidence you hold
Standing and at the
edge of the sky
cutting even time
itself to ribbons and strings
and love
finds you as if you
speak the language of heart's harp itself
drawn to you as its
sister
its friend,
its hero
tracing out a path
of least resistance
to glow in the
shadows of your dance
You are the world's
best kept mystery
great four-hundred
times four-hundred over and again
understood by too,
too few
and known by too few
less
-Philip Rey Miguel
© 31 August 2014
