Cream colored clouds, laced with white glide gently
across the hidden blue sky.
Rainbows, not bands but colors; are evident to my eye.
The rising suns strikes the cream curdling it to
Gold then purified to Pale Ivory.
The world is moving, shifting with the presence of light,
scattering the darkness.
The once peaceful night ends, stirred by the restlessness
of the awakening world.
I need to get away, to protect my heart and the treasures stored there.
Time to move.
We're burning daylight! At least I have something to burn through the clouds.
The golden self is the last thing to purify with fire, burning to Pale Ivory.
Whatever you do... don't let your fire go out.
