The Chameleon is free to change colors
and still, hold the same heart
–but a different spirit;
The Orange scales that skin him
desire to infuse with Green
pushed by Blue.
The Violet is always welcomed as it is the light
beyond; but to see it,
the Owl shall flap away the misty Dusks.
When the Chameleon gazes his dry eyes
at least for a blink, at the Sun,
he remembers that it is forever :