I am uncaged

feel my wings beat
against backdrop dusk—
night will come
but day too must.
 
Consternation 
in quiet moments
between sleep and living the dream
but really I’ve been awaiting 
what may be out waiting for me. 
 
I’ve been feeling mauve again 
when yesteryear was beige
as colors convene in intersections 
for eyes to forage beauty 
from justxaposing natural properties—

black wings against red streaks
the zeal of knowledge and peace of sleep 
colors on canvas skilled for syndication