Spectrum of Words (Poem)

The place before me, windy with an angled sunset,
bright and hard light-streaks like glittering gems,
curled over a mountain broken into red and brown facets.

The flower waved and swayed,
smiling at a marine-emerald day,
alone and larger than the sky, dancing a fuchsia vision

I saw it in a valley where thoughts took shape,
jutting straight from a sea of green,
cutting deep where horizon met land,
a valley where thoughts danced and disappeared.

It took only moments to descend into its beauty,
where a spectrum of words wrapped themselves into stories around me.