this is what it's like

to love in sacred

to refract in Creation

to be revealed as the colour

I could not dream 

that I'd be born to be

blending into other 

colours dreamed 

by a universe of infinite hue

all painting the heavens 

for you

be it you chose to lift 

your eyes  or not

to see the dances

danced by ancients

and those with flesh

of heart to love

and the seeds not yet 

to germinate their way

into the finite of this time

the light seen through 

until awakened by 

the prismatic

that asks it to carry 

the language

of cosmic love letters

written in the ink 

of immeasurable altitudes

to briefly stain the sky

with what time may wash away 

as the impermanent colour

of human love

but cannot be erased

only just returned 

and interconnected to the source

that shines with your name

warm upon it lips