Think of me as the evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. Lord Byron did.

Think of me as the evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. Lord Byron did.
Rumi said there are a thousand ways to go home again. I prefer flying, it’s much faster.
O let me bathe my soul in colours! Or at least let me find the third color I’m supposed to have.
Rumi was so right: “We eat the clouds and evening light.”