Scattered Rainbows

It really is a wonderful sight. The bland white, newly painted walls of the living room in our newly built apartment with hundreds of reflected rainbows, which move as the sun moves round and seems almost to tease the observer. This is the first home that this has happened in such an abundance of playful sunbeams.

Scattered Rainbows.

Rainbows, strewn and shining on my blank walls,
adorning them where spectrum splits and falls,
reflected light that through faceted crystal passes,
visual echoes of beauty from fire-tempered glasses.

Shapes and shadows, lit-up by dancing rays
illuminating, fascinating sprays,
that bless the room as colour spreads out and grows to bright.
All dark recedes, is broken as when dawn breaks up the night.

Colours swirl, as fragments of memory spin
and spiral, to form patterns from within.
Subconscious thought twists and chases an elusive dream.
Vibrant shafts of images to my mind's surface stream.

Sparkling walls sprinkling messages of hope,
that any day can raise my heart to cope
with gravest fears that infuse me with a sense of doom.
How glad I am to sit in my rainbow scattered room.