The Rainbow That Cries. - Poem by Danielle Ward
The river is clean, rippled, liquid glass,
I see a reflection that is not my own.
A mirror, a ghost of you. Me.
The world has not changed -
The trees still reach with yearning arms towards the empty sky.
The wind still moans, tired, losing it's way.
There is still a day. Still a night.
Still time that tumbles, carries me away, too fast,
A pulse too fast to live.
And yet there is a hole,
A world we knew,
And when you left you took it with you.
You stole the magic, a wizard thief.
Locked the sunshine in a cage and put the
Summer rain in your pocket.
These. These colours. They have not changed.
They will open and run through the water, through
Sands of time that will not be stopped.
The rainbow that cries.
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