by CiNi

Across the barren fields his soul did soar,
wandering aimlessly looking for reason finding none.
He was a seeker and image cast in time. She was of the sky
and he was of the earth, he was one with the universe.
The sultry pains of the blacked abhorrence-ridden skies rained down on him.
Was this to be his eternity, he wondered melancholy and dismassed
and much too eager to call toward distress.
Then like a heaven send there came a rainbow down through
the blackened rain of loneliness only his mind too.
In this rainbow he could see himself and it was good.
But as with all that is good the rainbow soon faded
and passed and all the vibrant colors and imagery that
were so visual and seductive turn to gray.
The world was black and white again.
For all things here had a place and time a
reason a set of comprehensive norms his mind could no longer relate.
He felt dead. He was dead for he felt as if he had never been born.
His life did not suck as far as life goes or far as a life
could, in fact it was quite good in as far as a black'n'white life could be.
But he needed more he longed for more he desparately needed
the sweet kiss and soft caress of the prismatic spectrum that so
radiated in his own mind. He was happy there in the gray world yet
he existed outside of himself and that part the truest of parts was lonely.
The gray had found love the love was good but the outsider roaming
specter had not.
No one saw him no one touched him no one made him feel alive as she did.
No one except save the rainbow in all her majestic glory
and wind-blown gales of witticism made the specter feel free.
He felt himself materialize at this notion he felt himself being
felt for the first of times in the area where no one dared to roam.
He felt love from the inside glistening out not like the gray
world where love glows from the outside in.
He was confused he was trapped in the gray world when his soul
longed to roam in the sea of vibrant colors.
His soul longed to chase the rainbow his heart was grounded
in gray but his soul longed to swim her channeled seas
of enlightenment and feel the sweet caress of understanding.
Why cannot a man and a soul separate and each chooses their own destiny?
Why must he be grounded here with him?
But for now all is good for the rainbow has returned.
He siles as her wind stroked words blow back his hair
he smiles and throws his hair back in her breezes his mind
is abducted in visual and surreal entrance.
The soft caress of the rainbow's gentle rays excite him
and feel good like the fingertips of the sun caressing
his every thought and feeling.
Yes, the soul is determined when the man in the gray world
time is through we shall detach and live ever eternal with
his rainbow and the man shall roam forever free with his love
back in the gray world.
Synchronicity of mind body and soul a perfect three part harmony.
The soul becomes vapor and merges with the rainbow as to
never lose her again.
And forever they shall shine on.
Sparking roundabout of light a perfect inspiration for all the
fools who think they know back in the gray world to see
just how good it could be.
Together they come in pretty colors.

--CiNi

Added 11 September 1998

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