Heart's colour
A poem of Love, by the wandering bard

What is the colour of the sky
during the darkest night?
what of the clouds that rain and race
which by the sun we sight their face?
The rainbow owns nothing on high
for it is naught but rain from height
and rain is clear and dark is space
not by their skill does light them grace
What is the colour of a crying heart
before the sun of suns standing?
blushing red for shame for a start
as still the sunbeams are landing
Orange are the clouds this sun-rise
curtains hiding the prize
golden is the star ascending
green the pine-trees now storm bending
Blue as the sky the sea this morn
still darker are the waves wind-torn
purple the temple tapestry
depicting scenes of love set free
White is my heart as crunching snow
a pris(i)m of glass yet unstained
refracting to make a rainbow
a sign of oaths of his love gained
~ The wandering bard


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