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