FyreFlyFollies

[Personally I think it's my best poem ever. Enjoy!] For a poet, The beauty of the rainbow lies not in its colors, For a poet, Its beauty lies in the invisible dance between the breeze and light, Which forms its shape and gives birth to its hues in misty sights. For a poet, The city is a jungle of wild, tall structures, Beasts among smaller suburb rodents, City windows: the butterflies upon a building's bark, At night, dancing fireflies light the prairie roads. A poet sees not the sun and moon, But the sky's irises; One golden, the other a silvery hue. The ocean, for the poet, is not merely water, But a mirror map for the sky, Upon which i