Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Disillusionment wraps warped tentacles in flesh

and drags her to Marianas Trench.

She’s been chasing the pot of gold

at the end of sopping rainbows,

concluding that

Life just doesn’t want to be lived,

not the way it was drawn

in her limited edition compilation of Grimm’s tales.

Submerged,

not daring to breathe,

she finally sees the Light –

and He is beautiful,

tangible,

with eyes as blue as the seas

and smile as dazzling as the lightning

that shames the dark.

A love so purely crimson,

a strength so gorgeously verdant,

a mind so violet in its superiority

wraps her with a golden glow,

a sunset’s blush.

She sees that

chasing rainbows is but

clutching broken bits,

segments split into infinite bands of separate strands,

and is captured,

enamoured,

mystified,

entranced

by the wholeness,

the boundless energy and electricity

of

Full-Spectrum brilliance…