Rainbows

[Joyful]

The Past:

Silent tears welling
Tight chest
Gasping for air

Familiar breeze
Chilling
Innermost fears

The Present:

Ambiguous words
Uttered
To muted eyes.

Extended fingers
Reaching
Into starry night

The Future:

In search of magical
Unknown
Mythical love.

The softest fabric
Weaving
Intricate hearts.

My Reality:

Where are you
My angel
My soul to love?

Where are you
My light
My spirit, my sun?

[aBIGsheep]

Wow, I liked this poem a lot up into the end.
'Below' throws off the whole rhythm of it.

[Silas Thorne]

:) I like the poem too, its simple and beautiful, and there's a depth to it even so. But brushes don't wear through, and the last line drifts away from poetry into prose: 'For everyone saw the rainbow and not the man below.'

[aBIGsheep]

Uhh Silas, I think she means 'through' in an aged sense.

[Silas Thorne]

Nope, still don't get it. :) wore down or wore away might work for me, but things like paper, leather and clothes wear through, not brushes or bodies.

[Joyful]

Thanks for your feedback, much appreciated.

J.