Prisms Of Differing Folds Poem by Bill Cantrell

The prism is a poetess with facets grand
Weaving light with its sleight of hands
Colors through its many facets bleeds,
carefully customized to natures needs

If you peer between its lines,
it sees in you a kindred friend
The iris of the majestic eye,
are colors who decided to give life a try

With the approaching darkness that accompanies the night,
rainbows gather there to pitch their tent
The prism shuts and locks its see through gates,
colors safely sleep in silicate based beds

Prisms of a different fold
Philosophical prophetic disarray
Through the light emanating from the book of truth,
every shadow of a lie is driven away

The light awakens each, according to its kind
With the blink of the eye, away they fly
The prism births colors with the light from the sun
A mint on the pillow is the rainbow from the storm