My poem Rainbow In the dark storm of my life, I can always hope to soon find a rainbow. Even the darkest storm will one day end and like an old friend there will always be a bright rainbow. The rain that fell like a death wave for so long now seems to end its dreariness fades out and the way ahead clears. In its passing comes the sun of new days to come. The sun always seems so far away in the rain A rainbow springs forth, as if from nowhere from the now shimmering white clouds. It is an explosion of life in the deep blue pools of the heavens Its lights float to some far off place, I see that the world has such wonder, such hope for something new. The glittering lights of the rainbow call to me they hold the promise of a happier tomorrow. I free myself and wash in its joy, remembering my own power Out of a dark storm past my mind’s eye is liberated to soared among the rainbow’s iridescent colors I leave my troubles behind. Everything becomes warm and new. Smiling I realized hope and joy are my own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 22:45:13 +0000