She Sees Rainbows

I found a picture, hidden
Behind the everyday dirt of life.
See that girl in the picture?
She sees rainbows of your love everywhere.

Then I found her, hidden
Under the grimy London pollution,
Where traffic jams clog my heart
And fumes choke my good intentions.

This girl, though, she giggles and spins.
Can you see the light within her?

I see her, walk beside her, every night, dancing.
She disco dances through the rat race.
I sit beside her on the bus -
she shines.

I watch her watching rainbows that I cannot see.

She has a glittering, pink, heart-shaped purse.
She keeps her heart inside it, waiting for you to want it.
She wants you to love her.
She wants your pot of gold, even if it's empty.
An empty pot of you.
She would soon fill you up.

I am in awe of her.
I did not think that she could see me,
But she pulls down a rainbow and hands me a slice.
She whispers: "It will only shimmer for a second. Take it now."

And I awake, seeing rainbows everywhere
Through the grime and grit of bus windows.
You, you weave your rainbows in my North London sky.

They guide me out and home again.
You weave rainbows that only I can see.

But rainbows fade and so does love.

 

© Morney Wilson

Reviews

[RareRed]

You put an interesting spin on love and life and finding it......good read.