People are like a white light from afar.
They all look the same at first glance.
But put them through a prism and see the rainbow that emerges.
The beauty tenfold.
Gorgeous contrasts and similar shades.
Angry reds and placid blues.
Marvelous purples, lilacs, and maroons.
Regal blacks and sunny yellows.
Delicate pinks and stormy greys.
A massive, unique array.
A symphony of feelings and thoughts.
Not always a pleasant one at that.
A plethora of choices and names.
Weeds and flowers.
Some are trees.
Solid and strong.
Unshakeable.
Sickly yellow.
Orange colored.
Bright and lively.
Green with envy.
Evergreen with wealth and youth.
Some are so bright.
Almost white, but alas those are only a few.

You may not be able to prevent the rain from falling on a hot summers day
You may not be able to make the lightning and thunder go away
You know when to appear
Taking away all that I fear
Your arc is so powerful
I can face any puddle
And get through the struggle
Your light shine so bright  
Making everything alright
How lucky I’m I to have you up there watching in the sky
You are more than seven colours, you are filled with millions hidden to the naked eye

There is no *** of gold at the end of the rainbow
You are the treasure everyone is searching for

Arc of beauty
hugs eyes gently
washing away cares.

Hello, I say,
woven gift from Father Sky.
Hello, I whisper,
in gratitude breath

Arch of light
senses awaken
as your a wonder of the earth
a tickle in eye
that rotates to smile.

You eminence
comes in mornings
casting your mystery
upon young and old.

Come midday
crossing plains and valleys
behind mountain peaks
and inside waterfall magnifico.

Your like enigma that comes
expanding imaginations
with fancy shades that mingle
with sky.

Your a sign that whispers sweet love
and celebrates the moment
after rains have come.

Rainbow Oh Rainbow
Hello! Hello!

I’m forming a shell around my heart that shouldn’t be there with her. I’m so scared of loving her fully because I don’t want to be broken again.. I won’t survive it Ezra, I really wont. But she doesn’t deserve this half love I’m giving. I’m trying so hard to love her the same, to feel that excitement that I felt with you, to feel that eager nervousness. I can’t. I feel apprehensive. This life after you isn’t the same sunflower seeds you left planted in my heart.   They wilted and nothing is left but the dried leaves and the
crunch
Crunch
Crunching
Echoes throughout my abused heart
But who says weeds can’t beautiful too??