Each sees the world but through his eyes
for one man's truth is another man's lies.
The rainbow rises with its bright bold band
mean different things from where you stand.

The colours symbolise our view
and thus reflect what we think is true.
From yellow through orange to red
bright colours when the rain has fled;
then green through blue to purple
shows the North Sea and the Med.

Red for the Roman soldier's plume as it waves in the wind's embrace
or the blood that Britons spilled on the land as they fought for their living space.
Orange is the sun's warm kiss as it sinks at the end of day
or the slave-built terracotta roofs that are made of Roman clay.
Yellow is the legion's eagle that sits on the pole on high
or the blistering, beating, burning sun, that shines up high in the sky.

Green is the flowing, shifting sea of ripening, waving grain
or malachite coloured water, that leaves your hands with a stain.

Blue is the crashing, thrashing waves as the sea gave throat and roared
or the colour of the long dead Brit whose body’s been ignored.

Purple is the heathery ling that grows upon the heath
or the symbol of Imperial Rome, the grasping greedy thief.

So look at the Rainbow rising and see your dearest dream
but be careful what the colours say: they are not quite what they seem.
The colours of a rainbow stand bright against the sky,
and we see it rising up above but it never tells us why.
How do we grasp a rainbow? To what does it point the way?
A potent portent of glittering good? Or fell, ill-favoured, fey?

So look at the Rainbow rising and see your dearest dream
but be careful what the colours say
they are not quite
... what
...they
...seem.

Tentative start
With beating heart
A face excited
Unrequited Delectation
Lustful.
Wanting.
Expectation
Hand led insistence
Of
Coupled Existence
Mouth moist - so near
With happy tear
The smile
rapacious A tongue
salacious
Buttocks soft
Slightly aloft
******-caressed
On heaving breast
Salty taste on tongue-kissed waist
Your luscious lips
Gyrating hips
Gently rising
In turn
surprising
Your touch driving
Me
inside striving
Your body jiving
Us
together
arriving

And death is the last final ending.
It comes then, at last, to us all,
Shocking and stunning, heart-rending,
As we answer that last lonely call.

Death is the ultimate parting,
When we say goodbye and farewell,
Balanced by life that's just starting,
But with grief too heavy to tell .

So then - let us rejoice in the living,
Forgetting our grief for a while.
Remember the loving and giving,
The things we recall with a smile.

Remember our dearest, departed,
Remember them living and strong,
In mem'ry we'll never be parted,
From those whom we knew for so long.

Think long on the song of hereafter,
And light them a candle or two.
Remember the smiles and the laughter,
They shared both with me and with you.

So then - let us rejoice in the living,
Forgetting our grief for a while.
Remember the loving and giving,
The things we recall with a smile.

From January through to December,
The years roll on by without end.
So let us give thanks and remember,
Our kin, kith, our colleague, our friend.

Relief from the songs and the singing,
Which release us from our sombre state,
We listen to hear the bells ringing,
To help us through that final gate.

So then - let us rejoice in the living,
forgetting our grief for a while.
Remember the loving and giving,
The things we recall with a smile.