She spoke to me through colored mirrors
The light and its radiant glow
Could only be seen from the skyline reflected by the mirrors in different shades of red, yellow, blue, and green.
She woke with me
The passion steeped overnight
With the accompanying ripples and sidetracked hearts
In the morning, she rode sidecar.
And the engine revved and shook the already livid room
She rode with me
And all the light accompanied
The rolling, setting, risen sunrise
And moons as bright as day.