this cool day and light southerly breeze captures me

and in it I find relevance to you.

this is the feeling I get when I am in your presence

the soulful comfort of being home

on the soil that raised me,

on the wind that cooled me

and the rain that refreshed me.

but in that feeling there is another layer

the outer layer. the feeling of loss,

like the wind pushes me this way and that

and the thunder clapping warnings and that fear that strikes me

and the mud that dirites my dress and clogs my shoes

and the freezing draft that leaves me shiver,

and I see the rainbow after I venture back from that crazy escapade

its not the warm and fuzzy picture is was for me.

those are the colours of broken light through my tears

and I will never hold a rainbow in such high regards again

its a fools trick designed for the devils laughter

and though I know my pain is your pain

I wont fight the gods here.

I will wait and plot for the hereafter.