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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 me high.
Rivers of crimson red coat my aching feet
as I walk the road of shame and defeat.
“Is it too late to take the high road?“
I ask if I may be so bold.
I run toward the rainbow in my mind
in the colors and hues I hope to find.
Green, blue, and pink.
Red for the sparkling eyes.
A little orange at its toes.
A blue belly for laughs.
A green body for hiding.
Colors of the rainbow.
Colors of love.
Colors of life.
Wiggle.
Shake.
Whirl.
Life is good.
Nature is beautiful.
In so many ways.
With so many colors.
Purple.
Blue.
Fuchsia.
Do a little dance.
Shake your rainbow.
Light the world.
I walk in a field of Bluebonnets.
I thought to compose for them sonnets.
The sweet fragrance fills my soul
until I am again whole.
I feel tired as I smile
like I’ve walked a full mile.
I will make my bed
and lay down my head.
My thoughts drift so slow and low,
somewhere over the rainbow…
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 me 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.
Ahead I see a bright light
as I rise with all my might.
I run toward the rainbow in my mind
in the colors and hues, I hope to find.
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.
SUSANNE LEIST 