l'orange âme

Anything goes and nothing clashes.

Behind the closed eyelashes

When all that's left are glances.

Orange, yellow, blue-green splashes

The color orange dances.

Flaring sparklers, flashing shields!

Blithe stars dance in orange fields,

Far and wide without a night,
They praise the trees for orange yields,

Quirking swirls around the site.

Birds like jewels. Stormy weather.
Light, lightning and rainbows together.
Fire roars orange. Tiger's eyes.
Orange wing of orange feather.
Tiger leaps and tiger flies.

Vivacity and brighter faces

Of humans quickening their paces;

Laughing as they travel up

Spiral DNA staircases.

Drink the beaches, pass the cup.

Hurry now before it's over

Like busy bees on rose and clover

Before reverting to what they are

Homebody, comfortable, not a rover.

Take up the pencil, put down that star.

Something stirs and flares awake.
Out of all the risks we take,
Unveiled retina crashes,
And out of all the dreams we make
Behind the closed eyelashes.

The One Hope When All Hope Is Lost

Patience.

Until the day breaks,

And you hear the sound a bird makes

And the sun breaks into sight.

Though there's silence now and there is no light--

Not even a glimmer to pull the trigger by.

When you thought that dying was a comforting lie,

And deep despair paralyzed your existence,

You had no energy to hear my insistence

That everything changes, everything changes.

Valleys can rise till they're high mountain ranges,

Oceans become deserts, old junk is the new must-have;

Depression will turn into joy someday; just have

Patience.