Black Light

Through a prism the spectrum shows a different reality, 

One hidden from the naked eye. 

Inside is three dimensional,

With angles and borders locking in time.

Don't go in there,

Stay out cried the wolf. 

In between the colors are hidden messages of black light:

Seen only through a special lens.

Words bounce off the screen in a familiar tale,

He's a regular and takes his whiskey neat. 

In the backyard the trees are growing, 

Keep adding water to make them full. 

The instincts are real and guide ye through the unmarked trail. 

Up and over each rock the path ending, 

In a breath of fresh air after a long winded journey.