Secret Ingredients

They gleam and glow and jump at me

Out of no where they grow and garner

Ideas form from midnight black

from indigo blue from turquoise seas and rainbows rings

Oceans of pain, a passage is born

Sinking like stones as pebbles skim the surface

They collide and converge and emerge

fragmented and torn, unfinished and worn

The greyness is churned into a fleeting calm well