The swirling foam from the river,
the sprays from its rough rapid flow,   sometimes casts a rainbow
while other times its a mist,
over the bridge that spans
from this bank to the other.

Once we were on the bank that side,
happy with the grass and the flowers
and the butterflies that thrived
Happy that the day arrived
with each morning bringing
the joy of meeting and frolicking.
And the evening brought the hope
of tomorrow morning!!

The traction of time made us stride
across the bridge to the other side
A *** of gold or a better friend?
or greener grass or brighter flowers?
Wonder what did move
 the obstinate hands of time!!!

Peering hard thro the mist and spray wistfully looking back to that side,
sometimes the vague images
of yesteryears emerge and vanish
with the frothy spray of the river.

Standing on that bridge waiting
to appear, the rainbow in the spray,
I hold on to it and wont let go,
grasping it with hands outstretched
and mind stretched across it,
and soul enmeshed in its colors.

I can't let go of my rainbow
'coz my rainbow in the mist is you