Neon Daydreams
Who is it that gets to sing?
Why is it that darkness always rings?
Turning forks of evil and mean,
Clanging out with a cold,
Uncompassionate ring.
I sit. I write. I escape. I sing.
I search for the colors
That make my heart feel seen.
Electric blues, neon greens.
Holographic, iridescent, in-between.
In the stars, in the galaxy,
There are verses of light
That shimmer beyond our wildest dreams.
Sometimes stars die.
And when they do
They burst.
Supernovas cry out
In color and chaos
As they sing their last goodbye.
The sky lights up with what they leave behind.
We are made from the beauty
Of those final, radiant echoes
Color from chaos
Light from loss.
A child dares to ask
“What’s your favorite color?”
It’s not just a small thing.
My favorite color, little one?
Neon Daydreams.