Sunset Rainbow Poem by David Harris

The rainbow curves into
the dying rays of the sun
near the close of the day.
The gold everyone seeks
was spread across the sky.
Near the end of the sunset rainbow
it was a glimpse of future days
when we will follow the fading sun
to that paradise that lays beyond
as we become particles
that will never fade in time,
the essence of every new day,
even as our mortal coil fades away.


19 February 2009