My Laser Light

Into my light I take you to reveal the vibrant onion layers of each wavelength.

Brighter, bolder and better my inner fluorescent pinks and blues map to a geometric sense.

Laser beams of acid green copying my balletic movement and rhythm.

Dancing through the haze and sweat, my light, my colours have finally found its haven.

My own visual language began shining light into rippled coral glass,

oh how rich and powerful!!

A spell of illumination had just been cast.



My core, my drive; speaks to my creative impulses.

The fiery blaze of orange and gold.

I am a happy ball of energy, were you not told?

Yet more of my amber laser light is yet to unfold.

Sound is just mathematics having fun and play.

I hear the beat of the music.

My laser light sifts through the colour palette.

Violet and blue lines meet in the sky, they finally have their say.



Contented, excited, thrilled yet scared of the physical power of these web like patterns.

They talk in hertz and can cut through batons.

Yet, when one sees cyan and pink race over their heads.

This party has started and there is no time for bed.



Red feels tired, she has been pushed and pulled from one laser to another.

And she spies a well formed tree looking for a blanket of colour

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She wraps a small line of herself and hugs and moves

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Until she finds her rainbow laser family joining her like glue.



Yellow, blue, pink and green.

Weaving and dancing to the frequency of the tree.



You see, my laser light is a tool, it heals with colour, pattern and sound.

And my laser light and I live this happy tale and will be forever bound.