THE PRISM

THE PRISM

Early morning 

I awoke

To see

A prism

Of light

Coming in

Through

My  

Window.

The prism

To me,

Spoke

Asking me

What I 

Wished

For.

Each hue

Whispered

In turn

To tell

It

All I 

Desired.

I felt 

Myself

In a

Trance

Fall

And my

Deepest desires

I spilled

Forth.

I floated

In a

Dream state

While I 

Spoke 

And the

Rays cradled

My form.

All you

Wish for

You shall

Have

I heard the

Hues

Say,

Very soon

One day!

   FREDERIKA MENEZES