The Speed of Imagination
The air some autumn mornings glows brightly Of colors no painter presumes he could mix,His pigments and his eyes alike too impureTo see and probe gradations so fineThey challenge light itself, fast as it is,As they surprise the earth with shimmeringThat beggars every vocabulary.
A child silhouetting leaves at his deskMight accidentally discover the glowingBut only because his mind is somewhere elseIn a sky of joy not yet overcastWith how it ought to be or who was firstBut shining cerulean with photonsImagination alone keeps up with.
A child silhouetting leaves at his deskMight accidentally discover the glowingBut only because his mind is somewhere elseIn a sky of joy not yet overcastWith how it ought to be or who was firstBut shining cerulean with photonsImagination alone keeps up with.
