Flower Shower

Light falls like Mexican afternoon showers
in the eternal ochre spring.

When we tell the truth about ourselves, inside we release children and fountains,
our rainbow hands clapping to express the wonder.
How water and sunshine kiss in the air and explode into colour,
the way we want to explode in the presence of such a love.

One day we will all walk through prism and become the fullness
of the spectrum, now contained in white. Finally be the colour
we want to be in the presence of such a light.