Tangerine Morning Poem by Mary Daly

The world's like a huge tangerine,
The colours I've felt,
The emotions I've seen
All coalesce in a huge shiny ball,
That hangs there, covers the hole in the wall.

The swirling continues, the lights turn magenta,
She picks up on the thoughts that I've sent her,
The clock upstairs strikes the glad hour,
'I'm coming, I'm coming', she shouts to the tower,

We all look up at the moon in the sky,
It faces the sun, as it rises nearby,
Rainbows are melting, turn shiny, then fade,
The colours come down in a grand cascade.

Then all is as usual,
Normality's won,
Until the next day,
When we wait for the sun.