In Rainbows

Violet to navy blue…

When days flee, nights loom…

Cloudless, with stars’ winks

At a motionless, mountainous space

With pine trees and other woods

Some distant bulwark of age-old woods

Silhouette time, silhouette past.

I stand here, on the porch of a smoking hut

And she calls me, a disembodied deity

Mother Nature or a lover of past

Ushering me to move on and see

She draws her sky with hues in a spree

She draws herself in the sky

Rainbows in a starry night

And passages of time…

They mingle, they swarm, they make me delight

Their warm glows on my visage

When her voice calls me again

Her voice that echoes on hills oozes love

She draws her sky with rainbows above

There are more beautiful things I haven’t yet seen

Then as if a bird she flaps her iridescent wings

As the rainbows start slowly moving

In red blue green, in red blue green

In rainbows my dreams, in rainbows they swim…

Reviews

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This brings to mind how beautiful the world can be when we're silent and still; it speaks to us, and reveals unimaginable visions. Great write.

[Ripple of Aqua]

Very colorful in its own beauty! I loved reading this magnificent poem!

[T.W. Early]

Great flow and a beautiful poem!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. The beautiful words and photo made the poem come alive in vision. The description was very good. Thank you for a outstanding and positive poem. I do appreciate.
Coyote