There was a color present never seen before

Shades between turquoise and garden’s fresh smell

Felt it sliding down from tree house heights and I am inspired

One more day to smell the tawny breath of Aegletes

The shape was three-dimensional and rotating

I tried to reach out and grab it to touch or caress

Under the soapy hands had slipped away the shape

Spinning reverse back into the unknown chasms

Faster than a ghost can laugh at you for summoning

Tears of the mourning in such delightful acceptance,

Peace.

©Nisi 2015.