Pretty eyes to melt away
the sadness in the madness
of a rainbow,
where there is no end in either way...
While what is the sadness
is of its brevity
while the madness
is in its beauty..
A sight rarely born to vision
when as awe gives way to peace
in all the wide eyed innocence
still in heart for all the lucky
who witness love as it whispers
down a hush over a world beneath
a sky of cloud pattern...
and in sky.. a look of spectrum
made love above to mold a smile
seen high of painting light
toward a canvas rainbow
that we find in contact with...
our eyes in love with our hearts
made as two reflections of each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem