If I Could Invert This Rainbow Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

If I could invert this rainbow
while this sky begins to blush
in the hundred shades of dusk,

If I could touch these paint-brushed clouds
weaving their wavy lines
into trains of celestial silk,

If I could capture these songs and colours
as evening birds return home
and flowers release their fragrance,

I would paint your face.
Waking around this hour
with a blushing sun-kissed smile,
brushing strands of hair aside
as slightly squinting eyes
double check the calendar date...

Knowing you'll be showered soon
with songs and decorations,
presents and celebrations
(and a poem in your inbox)
by friends, colleagues, and loved ones
halfway across the glove.