Moonbow Poem by Ron Pate

Crystal clear drops falling from the night sky washing away a days residue and cleansing a soul. A soul strained, searching for new beginning opens it's arms reaching out for resolution and hope is all that is offered.
Piercing the night while a crystal rain beats down, mine eyes may never see what has been, for tonight a moonbow appears crossing horizon's dim light allowing hope to rise upon the wind and fill my heart once again.