Spectrum

Where are the fearless
who parade unmasked?
The poets who inspire us all
were once scoffed at, spit upon
Here I quote and sip my tea
of tranquility

Where have my own words gone?

Retired at twenty-six
Packed my costumes
For a colorless uniform
I bleach my worn out laundry
I vaccuum my dusty freedom

I watch in awe and mourning
a child color
a child's play

And yet, why should I wear gray?

Dazzle me brilliant spectrum
colors too radiant to sit still
come dance upon my heart
in irreverent majesty