I snapped this shot after a fairly severe storm. I thought the color of the sky was intriguing enough to take a picture of, and when I walked outside, low and behold there was a rainbow!
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of a little God, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness seperate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
4 comments:
Aw. Sorry, I have nothing to do so I decided to check my blog and there you were. And this picture is quite magical. No, really...it's magical.
I'm always here! Whether anyone else is, I'll still be here blogging. Thank you my dear, this rainbow represents your magicalness! Yay!
i agree with ally. im jealous of your luck with the rainbows. this picture is beautiful!
Haha Thanks! Rainbows trail me sometimes...
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