The wisps of the rainbow
streak through the sky:

The soaring spectrum of the tears
in all its vibrant glory.

Shades: Tints: Lengths: Depths

of redemption

diving onto the land
into the arms of those

who cry for it.

For it is receptive of the tears of men.

Together, the tide hearkens to the beacon

to fill the fallen

with a submersion

of rushing glory!

And in its descent, building charge,
stranding streaks of silver shoot

deep into the realm
piercing the souls

of the worthy:

Throwing them to their knees...

Engulfed with the life: The surge.

Sobbing joy. Laughing praise.

Raising their heads to the sun:

The mighty

city of emeralds

from which the path
of the soaring spectrum

begins.