i watched the colors of the sky on the screen tonight
blue purple red orange yellow
turquoise amber violet navy crimson
flitting across the tiny tiny screen
and i wished it could be as simple
as dragging my aching body off of my
overused bed and classically sliding into those
beautiful colors that would be
so indescribably wondrous as they became real
right in front of my fallible vulnerable feeble self.
[all the synonymy in my thesaurus smashed together
could not begin to describe the majesty of the spectacle.]
and as i stood in front of the endless sky
i wouldn’t want any part of anyone to feel any less
than i would be feeling at that moment.
every part of my being - every strand of hair every tear
every pulsing vein every crease of time
every neuron transferring every thought every inhale,
especially every inhale - would steal with it a
small piece of that beauty [since the beauty
itself is endless and selfless] to use in the like manner.
and it would stay with me.
a selfish piece of the beauty because it would be
a part of me and
mine forever, yet charitable because
everyone i saw would see.
and those minute stolen pieces of the
ruby cobalt lilac indigo gold
smeared across the sky
would be reflected in every element of my existence.
each cell - skin blood muscle nerve - would act as a
miniscule mirror casting back the ineffable beauty
upon each set of eyes i could manage to strike.
and it would make us one.
one solved multitude of the
defenseless
blameless
exposed
innocent
defined
broken
honest
fixed

--anonymous