Rainbow curves across the sky
after the rain has fallen,
petals glint of diamond jewels
after the dew has callin’,
a painter strokes his brush
like a moving finger across the canvas.
A writer with pen poised
near a sinking sun.
A girl on horseback
silhouetted on a purple hill.
A shrieking call for morning’s bid,
side by side we sleep
lost in dreams of tomorrow.
7 October 1980
There are many facets of interest to me here - the purple hill, the rainbow.... I can see these as if I had the picture in front of me. Sir Jasper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vivid imagery in this haunting piece David, thanks, 10 Lynda xx 10