Poems: Skyarch

Rainbow
lives in transit from the heavens

An illuminated giver of life,
aquarian light bursting
in a perfect arc through falling refreshment,
down to the thirsty earth.

To name the colors is to diminish its beauty,
it can only be seen and felt,
Swiftly fading but long remembered
when glimpsed in its silent glory

In the late light of day
when rain passes and the sun emerges,
it is a herald of the next bright morn

Step out to scan the skies, hope for an angle on the thing,
a perfect host for a revelation of light
It's like love- it cannot trap its object
but gives it a home through fortunate circumstance

It's magic made from light and water-
givers of life colluding,
a last gift from sun and storm

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