I rest my gaze upon chromatic hues,
a self-crafted rainbow
birthed of a misty haze;
Reflection supersedes
yore ache.
 
Hue, imprisoned in a prism;
to bend but not to break.
 
Hue.
Racing at the speed-of-light pace
to reach and grasp and harness
a spectrum of sooth at peace.
 
There am I, wide-eyed dear
Stunned, still;
Beholding, held.
The illuminated bystander
of this bright fluorescent sight.
 
And through mine aspiring eyes
hue moves faster forward toward me,
Twisting and transmuted at a speed of lightness
superseding sight.
Inner vision clandestine,
verily warped distortion of an alternate life.
A deep-seated soliloquy:
Only mine.