(Art – Peacock Krishna, but no artist named)
Her colors of personality
Stain you ruthlessly
Especially when encountered indirectly.
She simply captivates
With her innocent pigments.
For she is an old soul, with innumerable unnamed tints.
You will be happy for her as much as yourself
As she skims the creams of mortal life
Guiding so many sinners, to better tomorrows.
You can physically feel
Her ethereal, contagion fingers tickle
With effervescence of a budding anticipation inside your chest.
Her purity and innocence
Dance in our darkened corners
While wearing a tailored ballgown of ebullient aspirations.
But it is not just for you,
That she parades:
It’s for mankind’s capable future.
She is humanity’s mascot,
Offering us flavors of the sharp piquancy of hope
A gift that is full of dry rich notes that fill your every sense of wonder.
Her emitting aura of love,
Baptizes us all in dripping potential
With arresting shades of kelly green that sing beside fatty full-bodied blues.
Her royal purple is mixed as an life force elixir
She is the mother of smiles
Past, present and future.
Inherently we know,
She is the key
To our soul peace and our polyphony.
But she is also something just as precious:
Validation of our knowledge,
That our hope survives vividly in color- in the Peacock’s Soul.