rosepoems

perhaps it was the night before last, when I saw it behind my eyelids  swimming amongst my confusing dreams.

or perhaps it was dancing on my ceiling when my phones persistent hum woke me this morning. 

or maybe I saw it painted on the road, etched into a metal sign, emblazoned by a plane into the afternoon sky, when I was driving from here to somewhere.

but i saw it so very clearly, like a new and wonderful color, like a siren interrupting your sleep, like jumping into the air and landing in a pool of icy water.

and it was so unbearably bright,

I couldn’t stop staring.