THE RAINBOW
Some days can be heartless.
Some days cruel.
Bringing sorrow and tears.
Bringing you down to your knees.
Until you give up hope.
Give up on your dreams.
Refuse to lift your head.
Refuse to face another day.
And then comes the rainbow.
MUSIC OF THE DEEP
Colors of the rainbow swirl by,
Swimming free to the beat of their own.
A harmony of movement
Following the slow tempo of the deep.
Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Into the deep darkness,
Where a silent cocoon awaits me.
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TOUCH THE RAINBOW
I take the winding path shaded in red
instead of hiding in my comfy bed.
The road widens and narrows its scope
as it weaves away from any hope.
Blood red threatens the night sky
as laughter follows up high.
Rivers of crimson red coat my tired feet
as I walk the road of shame and defeat.
Why cannot life take the high road?
I ask if I may be so bold.
Up ahead I see a bright light
as I rise up with all my might.
I run toward the rainbow in my mind
in the colors and hues, I hope to find.
Wiggle.
Shake.
Whirl.
Life is good.
Life is beautiful.
In so many ways.
With so many colors.
Purple.
Blue.
Fuchsia.
Do a little dance.
Shake your rainbow.
Light up the world.
Art comes alive with the artist’s stroke.
It bounces from the white page
in alternating shades of the rainbow.
The green eyes entice and ensnare.
The fur flows and ebbs in blues and pink.
It has stepped out from the mere page
to come alive for me and you.
Gone in the mist.
Gone from this world.
Lost in a rainbow of colors.
Dead to us.
Alive for others.
THE RAINBOW
Some days can be heartless.
Some days cruel.
Bringing sorrow and tears.
Bringing you down to you knees.
Until you give up hope.
Give up on your dreams.
Refuse to lift your head.
Refuse to face another day.
Until the rainbow.
FANTASY
I dream of a place
where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees,
a pink hue cast on all.
Climb the stairs to the castle,
where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
on swirling rainbows of light.
Pretty maidens dance in circles
around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
and flirty stares cast their way.
Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.
MUSIC OF THE DEEP
Colors of the rainbow swirl by,
Swimming free to the beat of their own.
A harmony of movement
Following the slow tempo of the deep.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a blue green.
Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Into the deep darkness,
Where a silent cocoon awaits me.
Take me to the light that shines bright
in the far reaches of the deep forest.
I want to bask in its heavenly glow
until the moon raises its spotlight.
Let the leaves tickle my hot skin
as I lie down on a sheet of grass.
Cover with me with a blanket of flowers
as bright as the rainbow overhead.
Sleep follows me to my private spot,
where animals frolic in freedom.
I’m floating in the sky above the branches,
looking down at my sleeping form.
Contentment relaxes my face
as my eyelids twitch in tune with my dreams.
Too soon the night will come,
bringing with it the dark and cold.
I must come back on the morrow
to finish the dreams I have just begun.
