Prisms Of Differing Folds

The prism is a poetess with facets grand Weaving light with its sleight of hands Colors through its many facets bleeds, carefully customized to natures needs If you peer between its lines, it sees in you a kindred friend The iris of the majestic eye, are colors who decided to give life a try With the approaching darkness that accompanies the night, rainbows gather there to pitch their tent The prism shuts and locks its see through gates, colors safely sleep in silicate based beds Prisms of a different fold Philosophical prophetic disarray Through the light emanating from the book of truth, every shadow of a lie is driven away The light awakens each, according to its kind With the blink of the eye, away they fly The prism births colors with the light from the sun A mint on the pillow is the rainbow from the storm