A Sonnet Of Hues

The way was thought, unclad of shape or name,
With mire that clung to sense and memory;
The grass did tremble to no wind but flame,
And distance fled where none could choose to be.

A shaft of sun did peck my veiled despair,
And clave the nimbus veil of inner night;
The heavens bled in crimson, edged with air,
Where black and red entwined in fleeting light.

Then leapt my heart to currents undefined,
To whispered breath that stirred the hidden deep;
What once was void now spake in colors blind,
And all the path dissolved in waking sleep.

So forth, I moved to meet the breathing dark,
Where thy crimson gleam, O Hope, unveils its spark.

                                                   - Leemon Ravi