Something broke me down.

The world crashed in

Through the broken lens

Of my Kaleidoscope.

Tears damned up for years fell through

In sorrow and in rapture.

The blues and scarlet-crimson hues,

The violet, ultra-ohhhhh so,

The vermillion-pinks, don’t you know!

The yellows, that rained,

Like broken stained glass window panes,

The pangs of love and joy I knew,

When, just last night, beneath the waning moon,

I heard him call me “Baby.”

-jenn