High Upon The Rainbow Poem by Patti Masterman

Some days fill with wonder
Some days fill with pain
And some you'll press between the glass
To look at once again

Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow

Some days will hold a present
A gift not that's not yet seen
And some days bless with secret signs
And some with a certainty

Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow

Some days won't come round again
Though you never heard 'good-bye'
Some days we'll think of all our life
And the answer's only sighs

Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow

Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow

(written to Fly to the Sky, an original
piano composition by Gothicevils)