You are the prism, the white light, the rainbow, and more. Notice your depth sometime as you awaken from sleep, and rest assured that depth never dies. Serenity, a smooth current of calmness, surrounds. It is too silly now to say what love is, or that I love you. Words trouble the serenity.
Definitions becloud the sky.
Tremulant leaves twinkle sunlight. The sky is empty, pure. The rose window glows with color. A day or peaceful two, then zapperoo, off we tumble from our pinnacle of hail-fellow peace into a tar barrel of angry gloom. Pin me up on a bulletin board and study me, Mr. Doctor.