my rainbow, my muse

after a 3 year writers block, i think i found my muse. this isn't an actual "story or poem" it is more like my "description" of what i saw, how i felt, and the beginning of the end of my writers block, which plagued me for so long

i saw a rainbow today...

it was actually going across the sky like on a cartoon or movie.
its was strong and it lasted a long time; so easily visible!

i've never seen that strong of a rainbow before.
 

what inspirations come from what one never sees?

something inside of me felt so wonderful. a feeling i haven't felt since before i lost sight of happiness. before i lost sight of the muse that kept me writing.
before my 3 year writers block began.
this muse, was intangible, unspeakable, and yet it helped me.

the sky was dark. the rain had just finished falling. and when i mean just finished, the water droplets that the cloud had just released, before it ceased to let anymore fall, were still on their way... fluttering towards the ground.
then the rainbow, appears as sun peaked through a broken cloud.
it was all so fast, and yet the replay in my mind is slow to last with me forever.
the rainbow streaked across the sky, broken clouds and watery air. shining brightly through the slowly falling rain droplets, like prisms.
a vision...
a vision of wonder, that someone as morose and melancholy such as i, never dreams of.
but i didn't dream of it. i couldn't dream of it. my dreams are dark, in only colors of crimson, blue, purple and black.
skys of grey,
heart of agony,
soul of despair.
not even the devil himself, has such dreams...
or maybe it is he, that instills them upon me.
but this, this was no dream. my mind could never create such a world. such an illusion... such a hallucination.
no, not my mind.
my eyes. my eyes bore witness to one of the most spectaculars creations not of man.
to feel like everything was right, everything was good.
what, could make a mind like mine, see something i have always been blind to?
what?
who?
....
the human mind ponders, wonders in vain.
somethings are just to incomprehensible for those that only use a small portion of their minds.
to seek...
is not always to find
but to seek
might be the only way to know