Black Diamonds For Dead Gypsys [dark][death] Poem by R.K. Cowles

A generated glow from the sun
And a cascade of rain
Illuminating an arc of brilliant colors
Throughout the universe
Appearing is the bridge of the holy spirit
At one tail of the variegated bow
You'll discover its purse

Mirror its love down upon
A gypsy once his death
His diamonds of ebony
Will polish into gold

Maybe he can't touch it
But he can feel its presence
Once it has blessed
his weary, agonizing soul
Tears of soothing rain
Salves inside where it has bled
At the conclusion of the fierce storm
Where it has pled