My rainbow is not so simple
but it's bright
has all the colors
but in a darker shade
and the colors all meld into blue
a little more perhaps than you
When the sunshine passes through
I feel each sparkle
and it catches my every hue
and shows all my faults
and all my hopes too
and all I ever wanted
was to be something to you
But now my colors
are faded by the rain
and heartache has left its stain
and darkness from the strain
of sadness and disdain
wonder if they'll come back again
Like a crystal vase
fired in an oven's blaze
bright orange and red and blue
polished and true
but neglectfully dropped upon the floor
shattered in many pieces
shards of what was before
I dreamed somehow of more
But the shards still reflect the light
and stuggle with wrong or right
and sometimes lose the fight
but I somehow still dream
of something bright
true in black and white
to shine love on me
throught the lonely night
Because I still remember when
dreams were bright and shiny
sparlking with sun
when hopes were high
before it all broke
and became undone
I was someone's son
and made with love
© James T. Adair
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