Light

Endless Circle of Light

When I dream, I dream in colors; bright vivid textures.

Each face radiates a colorful aura.

In a circle we sit, holding hands.

The merest touch can ignite a spark.

The spark grows into a hopeful flame .

The emptiness recedes and the happiness begins.

You hesitantly reach out a hand to the circle surrounding.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet,

The colors of a rainbow, that only come after the storm.

Without the storm there can be no rainbow.

The circle completes with one last touch.

The light burns white and pure..

Creating an Endless Circle of Light.