Rainbows spread against masquerade skies.

Death knocks on those who answer

time flies on moments passed

luck grabs a small fortune

where a love sign reads

something caution.

The light from birth rises high

striking a chord of rainbows spread

throwing a thousand images skyward

the echoes of dark passages sigh.

As hearts ride out of town crying

love, the healer mends broken hearts.

The shop is closed,

and yet the door is open.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life is short...love is rare...but the lucky ones find it...
and it does keep its door open....even after hours...
we just have to take advantage of that.
really like the smooth wording and imagery of this one.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks J, I probably put more effort into this one than I usually do.:)