How Many Poem by Tina Rivenbark

We can speak of proportions
in all sort of tones
Volume, scope, height,
measure, reach and zones
What is the dimension of
our mind and soul?
Plural, single minded?
or are we in a black hole?
I think I’d like my attire
to be of depth and hue
A menagerie of array many
would like to view
A mind full of openness
with lots of pastels
A soul of colors where
angels would dwell
My eyes to have
persuasive
ranges to see
The dimensions
in life that
fruitful
needs
to be