A Thing Of Beauty

This is something I wrote a few months back. Hope you like it!

A million colors of the night

Danced around and all was bright

The lights resplendent with every hue

The truest violet and a truer blue

The Princess of the rainbow, rested among the stars

Basking in the glories of her powers

She had been crowned the queen of color

But as time clocked by, her life grew duller

That she could paint with dreams, ‘tis was true

But she wanted to be inspired before she drew

She longed for a teacher, something to admire,

She yearned for that, which made her aspire

A thing of beauty, she sought for herself

Into deeper mysteries, she wished to delve

A world unknown, she longed to unravel

Often her mind wandered and traveled

Lonely and lost, her mind whirled and fluttered

The winds came to her and cried and muttered

She saw her dreams surround her

Beauty had finally found her

She felt like the object of a painting,

The canvas behind her constantly changing

At That moment of time she reckoned

Her creator had finally beckoned

She felt beauty like never before

Out of the canvas then she tore

When she finally returned to the stars

She felt again her many powers

Love, beauty, truth are all the same

called by many a different name

we must learn that we are the world

we are the universe’s own life blood

Beauty calls out to those, who are welcoming

A thing of beauty, they find in every being

They are all creators in their own right

And echoes with them forever the Light!