A Glorious Intoxication
Pure luminescence
"Magic exists; who can doubt it when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind, and the silence of the stars?" NORA ROBERTS
An awakening, a melody
a vibrant crescendo that arches along
The curtains unfurl as the raindrops prance
like crystal spears, bleeding colours
whispering sweet melodies on the flowers.
Strings of sunlight shimmer in splendour
Angelic chords weave a delicate arch
As golden cherubs emerge,
a wonderful miracle from the heart
The heavens breathe a sigh of mist and light
A triumphant arc flung across the glowing sky.
A bouquet of hope, tempests cease,
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The glowing sash of prisms weaves a vivid band.
Holding every shade of joy and grief
across every land.
Colours ignite through the sky
Whispering winds lift a joyous sigh
The flowers join the rhapsody
A luminous essence emanates
As they hum to the magic of the tune
I stop, entranced, a spirit of eternity
Infinite, peaceful
The world is wrapped in a dream.
How beautiful is the rainbow as we watch with wide-open eyes? The child in me awakens as I see the magical colours reveal nature’s passion; in the marriage of sun and rain, we are enveloped in a colourful dance and playful riot of endless enchantment—a glorious intoxication.
As it rains, God sits in his palace as raindrops fall like crystals. It is a day when everything shines, golden beams appear, and the rainbow steps out like a maiden with colourful frills and flounces, a gossamer veil of rose, amber, and violet; her train of emerald and sapphire with a delicate grace commands the skies for a magnificent moment, with words that drift like soft mist, reminding us that tempests are precursors to brilliant transformations. Her colors kiss the horizons of far-away lands, dancing with birds and clouds, cradling the dreams of dreamers.
Her colourful threads are woven from pure luminescence, bridging heaven and earth and urging us to embrace our colours in the pot of gold, where she leaves the warmth of her memory and offers precious pearls of hope, courage, strength, resilience, generosity, renewal, laughter, peace, and love.
