In the midst of a saffron reverie, my tissue paper dreams caught on fire!
Blazing in hot red-orange bravery! Then scattered swirly- ash funeral pyre;
Settled in an indigo mood unsavory; like a leaden December sky’s icy mire;
Mourning rose colored art knavery, which only joy of pure hope sets afire!
Sweet lavender prose mean slavery, to they who Wisdom’s words desire,
Pure white ideals more than savory; expressions of guiding light to inspire!
And apply in earthly browns every, Holy Heavenly thought worthy to aspire!
Rhapsody rainbows of intense reverie, words meant to change world’s attire.