Rainbow | for s

I did not want to get out of bed –
I was dead tired and my frail soul ached.
I did not want to rise and shine –
For the inner darkness of my eyelids said to me:
Go not, for the sun will shine on thee
If not the sun, then perhaps rain will fall.
But I had to go, I replied,
For I have to go stand in the sun
And then I have to walk in the rain,
For I heard tales spoken of this magical thing
Which comes with the sun, and shows in the rain.
They name it the rainbow – an arc in the sky,
Filled with all colors and spread over all mankind.
They say there even is a pot of gold
Where the rainbow descends from the sky.
I have passed a great many suns and storms,
Yet I have not seen this mystical rainbow.
I heard the tales oh surely I have
But I cannot see it where I am, i have not.
They cannot save it for me, they tried.
They cannot catch it in a frame, it flees.
I tried to see, to stare, to find,
I opened my eyes and chased the lines.
Why can’t you see it, they question me,
Are you silly, or just plain blind.
Some days I wake up and I think I know
That there is no rainbow, waiting
For me outside my window.

Rainbow | for s