Mobile Rainbow

I love the morning Light,
Entertaining the dark to magically, instantaneously disappear.
A single ray collides with the prism dangling in the dining room window
Exploding universes of mobile rainbows swinging dizzily around the room
Morphing windows, dishes, plates and cabinets into playthings of the sun’s fingers
Notwithstanding any restrictions, barriers or blockages
No wonder our ancestors believed the Sun to be a god
Of light, omnipresent, omniscient, luminous
Where the diminished shadow goes un-burnt by the ray of hope.

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