Violet makes
simple flowers...

Indigo makes
a dye used by the ancients...

Waves roaring crashing
subsiding disappearing...

Blue makes
drops of water...

Each tumbling wave tossing
throwing the ship, Aurora...

Out in the open but cant be seen
every minscule trifling thought...

Green makes
fresh spring grass...

No matter what plays with your sight
forget whatever it may do to you...

Yellow makes
rays of sunshine...

Each flicker of my eyelids
Each breath makes its entry...

Starting, barely turning
from the bottom of the gut...

Orange makes
juice that freshly opens...