Colors of God

The green of the deep forest,
blue of the darkest sky,
and the deep orange of a dying fire,
these visions come in the black
of night, when the yellow moon
shines through skeletal finger-like
clouds, as if grasping for something
more, madly, desperately,
waiting
for the thunder to reign, and white
lightning to crash upon the heads of the
holy, enlightened only by hollow words,
greyed around the edges of red lips,
sold on the cheap, for the touch of
ruddy-pink skin, all for a taste
of forbidden fruit,
seen down the kaleidoscope of humanity,
all the colors of god,
we have yet to see.