BROKEN RAINBOWS

I thought the sun was her eyes,
a gaze that exploded in my heart,
was perfect,
so inexorably ideal,
an angel clothing my mind,
love’s precious flight,
was one I expected us to take together,
oneness soaring so euphoric
through and night.

Within my soul I wrote the sky
over my world
according to images of our union,
inspiring arches of multi hued passions
the kaleidoscope in desires,
painted my waking with visions,
this moment, this rarest gem in blessing,
eternal, so everlasting,
the heaven I craved,
burned beyond thought to be my reality.

But slowly darkness
clothed the conversations,
fingers slipping away,
insides decaying from the pain,
agonizing that my sacred dove
would disappear from my grasp.

What misery held my day,
each second consumed in anxiety,
then in the cold and distant morn
when no words seemed to fill the void,
I said good-bye to my broken rainbows,
though my head
replays every moment
like a reoccurring dream.