Poem: white rainbow

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blue never was the way to me

the strike of a brush against a canvas so bare

and the slip of a hand beneath pointed waves

waking up to a smoke-covered sun

gently breathing through a glowing haze

i saw diamonds in my deepest dreams

resting through a dauntless vernal night

but i suffocated

as the moonflower in a rose bush

a sodden palette of bark glistening in my palm

creating hues beyond the power of slumber

just to watch myself perish in a shattered mirror

and let my luscious tears twist my throat into a barren vignette

the seal of a mother’s kiss brings death upon golden vivacity

a place where a wistful rainbow is its proudest shade of white.