Peacock Glimpses

In the middle of field at midnight,

wandered as a meadow of slumber’s blades,

are remembered those proud plumes

of peacock fantasies

that riveted the mind

when holding onto the vision

about a time of spreading feathers

meant to become the splendor truly dwelling

inside the chambers of the heart.

 

Images flower in that nocturnal play land,

kaleidoscope tints in vivid energy

paint the passage with their power,

they are given life in their radiance.

Then swiftly covering the day with those colors

from deep within the spirit

while eyes study time’s tapestry with surreal textures

and seek the glow lost to the past.

 

Truly wishing that dappled rainbow sight

represented all the hues in one’s existence,

which would have allowed the bird within

a chance to have paraded in such exquisite expressions.

 

Unable to keep those creations from fading,

nervously holding onto the silver in hope

about the possibility of still becoming an artist

the aviary essence of creation

completely stunning and amazing,

like the one sleeping somewhere

amid the inescapable darkness.