Chromatic Vigil
Reflection
In the canvas of existence, a soul is painted,
A canvas alive with hues that ignite.
Reds and blues, yellows and greens,
A symphony of colors, a silent scream.
Each stroke a memory, each shade a dream,
A tapestry woven from the threads of being.
The eyes, windows to the soul,
Gaze outward, yet inward they hold.
A mirror reflecting the world,
Yet a mirror to the self, unspooled.
The body, a canvas of transformation,
A testament to the journey of becoming.
The colors blend, they clash, they flow,
A dance of chaos and harmony, a slow,
Unfolding of the soul's true glow.
This is not just a portrait, but a story,
A story of the human spirit's glory.
In the prismatic embrace of light,
We see ourselves, in this vigil, tonight.
For in the colors, we find our truth,
A reflection of the human, the divine, the youth.
Chromatic Vigil, a beacon of hope,
A reminder that we are more than we cope.
A masterpiece of the soul, a work of art,
A testament to the human heart.