The Rainbow Beckons

Again, and yet again, the rainbow beckons.
Blending rays of light into creation.
Blossoming in hues of ever bidden gratitude.
Crashing through the pall of darker moods.
And moving on into another chance.
To live within the movement of the dance.
Offered but unreal until it's taken.
Discovered when it seemed
your heart was breaking.
A wisp of mist. A tender kiss.
Upon these lips for too long left untouched.
Believing that you do not ask too much.
Drifting back into the dream.
Where all that your heart needs
is deemed important.
Past the point of unforgiving lust.
Back into a space that you can trust.
Held gently by another's pair of hands.
Gliding with the curve of rainbow bends.
And more than this. For every kiss
creates another feel of ecstasy...

? Michaelette ?

6/22/2005
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