The prism caught the morning by the sill
And scattered it in fragments on the floor
Each piece was moving, never quite still
A shifting puzzle I could not ignore
Your reflection lived inside the glow
Refracted into versions I adored
Each one was real and each one let me go
Before I reached for it and wanted more
A hallway made of mirrors stretched away
The further I walked in the less I saw
The surfaces were honest in their play
They showed me everything without a flaw
I learned to love the shapes that could not hold
The way the brightness changed before my eyes
A beauty that refused to be controlled
A fleeting truth beneath the brightest skies
The colors folded into one soft gleam
That held each hue it ever touched before
I woke from it the way you leave a dream
And found the prism silent on the floor
The last refraction lingered in the air
A ghost of light that would not quite depart
I closed my eyes and found it waiting there
An afterimage burned into the heart
