The Pink Theatre

Pink sunset, Camiguin Island, Philippines

Burnt down

To pastoral pinks,

The golden summer

Sun is setting

Over the wild

dry grasses

of home.

Hold on;

Stars are dying,

Seeds lifting,

On wings

We dance

Through a thick haze

Of crooked kernels

and stoops.


Sunlight through leaves


The theatre of


Green magic spread thickly

Over all things.

Ever so

The contours of mind merge

With textures of land

and rock,

Mountain tops

And white waterfalls;

The landscapes of the soul

Stretch out to meet the horizon;

As I watch

The silver insects,

And trace,

And breathe,

Past the whispers of love

And an endless dreamers daze.

Chaos calls the shots

On whirls life is riding


That shimmer and spin

Upon timeless wonderment.

And the colour is pink

Like thunder,

Is that God

Waking up?


8 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    bneal817 said,

    Yes, Lee – it is God waking up! Beautiful poem, brother 🙂

    ~ Ben

  2. 3

    Always God. Beautiful work.

  3. 5

    Arjuna said,

    Dear Fellow Blogger,
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  4. 6

    You are an incredible artist, Leroy. Your inspiration and words are beautiful and timeless. Enjoy the ride .Sending blessings

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