Without the Rainbow Pieces.

Photo courtesy of Walter E. Gantt. ©2016

‘Pieces of a Rainbow.’

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I feel a vast emptiness inside of me,

spreading through the black storm

clouds, I search for my Rainbow and

I recall you gave it away.

And I search  for my love

and I remember you gave it away.

And I wonder where is my passion

and I recall you gave up that too.

And I ponder the way we once connected,

perfectly synchronized

and I don’t even try as you gave that away…

And now I wonder what is left…

A future?

A future without love

without passion

without soul

…is a slow and torturous death.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Rainbow in a concrete city.

Dear Mr all that you are,
I saw a rainbow today,
in the sky from afar,
In a concrete city with
An horizon of cars.

Storm clouds descended
Rain fell hard,
never ending,
and there in the sky a multitude
of colours,
the earth was lending.

And I thought of you,
As the beauty spread
through each hue,
Mingling together
And staying true.

The little ray of red,
Deep, intimate sensuality
that calls me to bed
With fantasies shared,
and thoughts that we’ve said.

And the warmth of orange,
Without a rhyme,
And the truth of actions shown through time.

The sun through the storm,
as the world turns cold,
You are the welcome warmth,
You are the catalyst, you are the thaw,
that warms this heart, that is so worn.

You are the fresh green grass,
And budding growth
the spring that never lasts
but returns each year
with loyalty as a mask.

The blue sky always there,
Filling the world with a
Promise, to always share
You’re every where I look,
the reason I care.

You are the indigo of life,
always urging me to do
What I feel is right,
You are the beauty in
A dark star lit night.

And you awaken my passion,
With the ease
of a summer breeze,
With true violet fashion
the most natural of reactions.

You are the beauty I see in the trees,
The strength that has gone,
but returns before long,
You are the warmth in a sea of coldness,
the smile that is absent,
the kindness that has left.
You are beautiful.