Evanescence

A shimmering phenomenon
bestowed with a panache of shades
hovering rather unsteadily, as if doubtful-
does it deserve a place in the sky?
Does it deserve to shine against the endless blue,
competing with the floating clouds-
pure white, glinting light
So it scintillated with a soft, tremulous glow-
formed from the shards of water
akin to freshly cut diamonds,
that had been penetrated by the golden rays
emanating from the stately orb
hanging serenely from the tapestry of the sky
A delightful arc, a harmony of hues
blending together so immaculately-
creating wonder, joy and beauty
effortlessly and thanklessly
It cut an arch across the sky, through the white
across boundaries, borders, minds
reaching the admiring eyes of all
Yet- it is hopelessly subdued, mellow-
susceptible to disappearing with every blink
A light drizzle, a sudden squall
could mean the demise of this gift of color
How poignantly ephemeral, how pitifully rare,
deigning to appear once in a blue moon
when nature’s forces blend in a euphony
of charm, hope and love-
arrives the melody of a rainbow

Coloration

'Cerulean is the shade of the lapping sea,
ivory is the delicate page of a melody'

She began reciting, unrehearsed were her lines,
she looked about for inspiration, for a meaning, for a sign
Her avid gaze fell on the sill,
shielding a plant from the bitter chill

'Chartreuse is the shade of an emerging leaf,
ebony is the hue of an intricate motif
The hydrangea bears a periwinkle blue,
pale green envelopes the honey dew'

Her eyes wandered, curious and bright,
gleaming with a passionate light
She caught sight of swooping, descending birds,
whose agility made their presence blurred

'Black onyx is the lithe, playful crow,
its eye twinkling with a sapphire glow
Vermilion is the color of the base of a fire,
which turns amber as the sparks rise higher'

The soft shine of twilight seeped into the room,
its beauty ably dispelling the gloom
Calmness and serenity dominated her mood,
thoughts flowed freely, she forgot to brood

'Amethyst is the horizon of the sky,
culminating into indigo as it rises high
Crimson reigns in the setting sun,
along which silver light rays run'

She proceeded steadily- smooth were her words,
strengthened by the shades of which she had heard
She described her life, the encounters, the views,
and added color to them through the vibrant hues