Saturday, May 17, 2014

At The End of A Rainbow

We were playing with fire,
Covering ourselves with something
As thin as shadows,
Writing our names on water,
When the rainbow bloomed
In a fractured sky
Throwing us off balance, breathless,
And days broke into dances,
And we were two children,
With stolen mangoes, hiding in the corners of the street,
When the rainbow bloomed
And suddenly we were no longer in rags,
Cracked concrete walls oozed colours,
And we were in a Dali painting
Beautiful and short lived, across a grey sky
Lonely and cloudless, fading,
No pot of gold lay waiting
Only the broken hearted leprechaun
With the memory of a rainbow
Reflected in his tears…

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