I’ve even been up in the fanfare of markets <br />Above the tree lines of your beauty and of your <br />Flea markets: <br />I’ve sauntered up in the mineral ways, while cursing <br />The sun like looking in your eyes, <br />And remembering the way down through my <br />Hallucinations, <br />Following the shed horns of elk like bred crumbs <br />Through a tree less forest- <br />Like an instrument that plays the sweet sound of <br />Your soul through this insurmountable pain- <br />As if I found the only firework in the world <br />That blazed for a moment with the colors of your <br />Soul.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-the-colors-of-your-soul/
