Whim

the happy tingle tangle of the triangle
or maybe its the dripping rain
i hear the chimes jingle
a long song, with a gust of wind again

the vine walking up my window sill
beautiful wonderous rain
alls so greener still
oh the fresh whiff of life again

the sky smolten in fire and gold
the dark veil illumes a jiff again
all happy colors all in its fold
writhe in gloom, i long to be with colors again

the babel and the flashes
in haul, bring the grain
the flicker of what i seek
semblance of my keep, the picture with the colors again