Pale Rainbow Poem by Patti Masterman

I like how the poets voice
Becomes immortal, once past the beyond
The mortal veil separating the two worlds
Will be cleaved, with none left
To check the syllables; or charge a fee
For once uttered loveliness
A century of moldering in the ground
And the words will break free
They'll sing again, and death will have no part in it
Now they're owned by all, on behalf of all
None can squelch or sequester them
Filtered through the earth, the rain
Like scattered beams of palest rainbow
Everlasting echoes breach the portal
Nothing can out last the truth
Whose beauty can't be vanquished by time
The world itself wants to hear the old songs now.