So many things in our life are contrived
And are never meant to be.
Fate plays the cards of compromise
And we dare to call it destiny.
Catch a poet in such a mood as this
And let his vibrant voice be heard.
The reality of any moment is truly his
For the wise and whispered word.
It is like nothing else in the helpless harshness
A wonder to take away your breath
That feeling of standing on the edge of darkness
As a depository for all your loneliness…
As mortal men we take a route
And we follow a perilous path.
Happiness and harmony are our prized pursuit
Fire and fantasy our wretched wrath.
I have travelled this far, this distance
To draw from the echelons of experience.
So bold am I to write this poem, with every sinew of my existence
And express these simple, solemn sentiments.
It is not an illusion in the sky I see
But a radiant red rainbow in the late afternoon
A marvelling memory in the shadow of the old oak tree,
A treasure of time for which any one of us would swoon
Clouds can block out the scorching sun
And raindrops can flood the earth
But when all things are said and done,
Nothing can lessen its worth.
Magic is the momentary masquerade of mystique
For something symbolic in its conception.
Utterly, unequivocably unique,
Perfectly poetic,in its radiant reflection..
The red rainbow means so much more
Than is visible to the naked eye.
Delivers a meaningful message to devil’s door,
And makes us wonder why.
Paying homage to the radiant red rainbow
Which adorns the silky sky ayonder.
A spectacular sumptous, silent show,
A phenomena and a wonder.
There is a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow
If you care to look ever so closely
Beyond its gesturing, graceful, glorious glow
It’s yours to capture. Capture it and approach me.