Roman Ryan

I used to believe that kaleidescopes had three parts 
First the observer, in this case me 
Second the light, brightness' fee 
And finally the spinning series of translucence 

What I've come to see 
Is that there is only one part 
At least one part that I am 
And it's not the observer 
Nor the light 
I'm a series of adjustable not quite opacities 
Visible spectrum, for other eyes' collection 

And no shyness might prevent 
The ability to peer across my way 
Though no wiseness could ensure 
That trail might go anywhere 
Or be anything 

All I might do 
Is stay ready to spin 
Prepared to alight 
Gentle to hold 
And colorful, bright