Rainbows' colors bleed to gray
Leave just a glint of gold array
The hope, the dream of something good
This expectation burnt in wood.
And still I look, I watch, I wait
For glor'ous moment yield to fate,
For just that chance: write in the sky
A moment's love, gone blurry by
Oh yes, I thrive on that belief
That beauty in the end will keep
Will never cast aside that thought,
That will, that faith, a marvel caught
Yet here I am another day,
Gleamed pretty rainbow blown away
And gray skies rumble round above
To tell once more of what is love.
(c) 2017 Iris B. Struller