Wonder What Rainbows Sound Like

I promote the premise: that stories truly have no endings

Closed the door…

locked it tight

For the final time 

and then no more…

Gazed all about

At the yard…

The flowers…

Where I spent 

So many happy hours

and now would spend

no more

The Oleanders 

at driveways end

Lantanas blooming

Now as then

Our yellow Roses

Wilted now

Like wrinkled brow 

Of ol’ cherished friend

The Mulberry tree 

Now old and wizened

Once tall and straight

Just like me

old weathered tree

A bit time worn 

Of late

Shrug of shoulders

Heavy sigh

Tears course freely

Down my cheek

Long last look 

From misty eyes

Once strong body

Now grown old and weak

A chapter of life closes with 

the closing of a car’s door

One last glance back

From o’er my shoulder

One long last look…

And then…no more

Small comfort in the knowing

That while chapters 

weave and wend

The story just keeps growing

Because stories really 

Have no end

For some strange reason

My mind wanders

I wonder what… 

Rainbows sound like

as the past rolls past 

my rheumy eyes

Then I realize

That Rainbows also

Have no true end

And neither 

…do our lives…

Author's Note

It's not free verse and not really rhyme. It just is what it is!