I once dreamt in color
I liked it so much
I never recovered.

I dreamt of rainbows and unicorns,
stars shooting golden showers
across the night sky.

The clouds were friendly too,
until the storm's came
washed away my dream
with gray.

In the end
the rainbow bridge
welcomed me again.

There is always a rainbow
after a storm.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton