THE RAINBOW

 

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.

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MUSIC OF THE DEEP

 

 

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.

 

 

TOUCH THE RAINBOW

Red Path

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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.

LIGHT UP THE WORLD

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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.

THE PICTURE

 

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.

A FANTASY

 

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

 

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.

BLANKET OF FLOWERS

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.