Post by Rowan on Aug 13, 2007 12:25:41 GMT -5
A rainbow appears on dark afternoon
It begins in technicolour ,
blazing with hues unimagined before
Giddy splashes filter through murky windows ,
Apon scratched glass
Painting smiles of effervesent pigment on
The sepia photograph ,
lying forgotton on the wall
long since faded by dust and neglect
and the spectrum of hope brings the figure to life
erasing a lifetime of apathy.
As days meander effortlessly into months
the picture becomes animated.
Like ivy growing steadily upwards with a brilliance ,
unfettered by human hands.
It climbs ,and dances , unafraid
Every spring shower of bestows strength
Every glimmer of sun adorns
with a halo of amazing complexion.
And even the old wall it hangs apon
acquires a quality of radiancy.
The picture,finally restored.
Gleaming ,almost new
dances with abundant joy at its new found freedom.
And turns toward the source of its joy
the rainbow .
And all too suddenly
within a moment ,almost instantly
Without regret or a hint of hesitation ,
the rainbow moves on ,
... as they tend to do
Taking its attention elsewhere.
Another wall , another window , another photograph
Inside on the wall , the light fades
Gloom reigns once more...
and the picture , saddened beyond words,
cries silently and retreats back inside
Returning to its prison of clouded glass
I like the flow.