Bright

The night is brighter than you think, Filled with colors, oh filled to the brink! Come, child and listen well So you will have a story to tell. What's this you say? You can only see colors during the day? I don't know who told you that, But seeing and hearing the colors are different tasks. Listen to the way The creek seeps into the bay. Listen good, Listen well! What color is it? Oh please tell! Is it the color of the moon's dark hair That sweeps through her children, blowing everywhere? Is it the color of the midnight sea? The beatuiful dark thing. Or is it the color of bubbly laughter? Bright pink with a blue after. What is it do you say? The twilight, coming after day? That's good, my child, but what other colors do you hear? There are colors as bright as day out there! What do you hear when the trees dance? Are you listening or are you in a trance? I shall leave you to it, my child. Try to hear all the colors for a while. Maybe, oh maybe then you fall asleep! And maybe you'll tell the tale of the colors that you've seen.