R. B. G.

Red.
Black.
Gold.

Dreams in technicolour,
Live in no other;
But a mimic of reality
Do my eyes fool me?

For how far can you see
Into depths so free
You fall into the comfort of black
Where time and light loose their track.

Shall it be wry to wake
To a stray of burning red,
To see a sunrise frozen
Halo above gems opulent.

A new muse
A trumpd duce
I conceed my defeat
To your blazing treat.


JKLM