This is the last
rainbow - it looks
to be the last.
No rain, no sun
will grace the air again.
We shall escape
to worlds unknown, untouched,
and hidden deep within
the valley of the snowy end.
This is the final:
burst of flowery intellect
so keen to roam
upon the starveling wind,
this is the final
adieu the water bids
to the endless sea.
No light, no dark
will ever pass these sacred eyes -
and yet let them lie ajar,
as if they had the key,
bold and brass, to all eternity.