How do I fathom a rainbow?
Dreaming, rocking to and fro?
We are the bards, see how we go,
Our path takes us high and low

Do I dissect its composite colours like Newton,
Captured in a noble prism, sounds similar to prison
Or do I reverently give gratitude that it is available to my perception
And a raging furious blaze, symbol of life's circular direction

The truth of bows iridescent beauty hath rapt us in throe
The torch of nature liberated from lordly grip be ours to hold
In streams of dreams and fires of gold
Sat beneath the cosmic arch brooding in desire and woe