It rings as misty as the rainbow itself From colored hues of wisdom within yourself. It is a heart full of toll that swells from a bell Of all of the essence of heaven and hell.
It is the light and shadow of fantasy A mixture of agony and ecstasy. It contains seven vail and plays in your brain In music, rainbows and desires ordain.
It is heard and colored and stirred by yearns sail And in one case I heard swallowed by a whale. The treasure is there and for some it is plain But for others I know it turns into pain.
So if by chance you find your rainbows gold. Let it never be said you were not told. ==================== I LOVE THIS POEM ... just when I think ya cant get any cooler of wiser .. ya do oh man this is such a way cool poem Sy ...
"From colored hues of wisdom within yourself."
and this line proves me point of your wisdom set to rhyme. Your "within" is a spectrum of color and light ... and wisdom and cool awesome writing Sy....the imagery, the metaphor, the message... poetry is whats in the pot of gold at the rainbows end ... what else would it be??? what else would we need it to be??? *winkiewinkie* me
Some people find subtlety in strangers if you find anything~let me in Your eyes~you see everything my eyes~I see it all together now~and I know
Listening to every heart
From colored hues of wisdom within yourself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
and you are our Rainbow poet
this place is sorely lacking the honesty, humility, wit & wisdom of your rhymes divine darlin Sy. Gratefully my library and the archives are well stocked with your cadenced gold... as well as our hearts.
British Columbia, Canada