The Spectrum Poem by Bill O'Bier

The Spectrum



Light dances through the window pane as
Refractions on the cool white wall
Display an array of color
All ordered in accordance
With a unified physical beauty
Marveling at the band of colors and noting
No blemish marring its perfection
I am a hologram drawn in-
An embodiment of its excellence
Nothing can travel faster than the speed of light

The Spectrum
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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